Best Reserving Poems
I recognize a tune from album of your songs
And listen intently to impressionist sounds
As you hop scotch from branch to branch
Like a child all excited, frolicking in playground
Peeking from behind shamrock green leaves
Singing of love in blossoms of dogwood tree,
As you tease a female, flapping your round wings
Showing off white patches, revealing breasts
Pointing curved beak to articulate a message
In verses of romance, courting your soul mate
Inviting her to celebrate the visions of spring.
A prolific singer, you mimic songs of blue jays,
Woof-woof of dogs, and croaks of hiding frogs,
Wailing screams of sirens on ambulance moving fast
And hasty beeping shrills of my alarm clock;
Reserving your very best for ardent mating calls
Choreographing dance-moves fit for wedding halls
As you seduce a female on youthful virgin date,
Aspiring to one more voice, one more etiquette
Adding to repertoire another song of desires
Pursuing next newness, next chase to happiness.
June 30, 2019
Placed 4th:Pick a title, volume 6, personification contest by Edward Ibeh
Title chosen--The Mockingbird
HM: Strand choice 3 contest by Brian Strand
But this Day is Mine!
Joyfully I seize this new promising day,
along with whatever comes my way.
With God’s help, I’ll make it the best one ever,
putting my best foot forward with every measure.
I’m singing a new song, dancing a new dance,
doing things differently willing to take a chance.
Soaking up the sun’s energy from east to west,
it’s time to enjoy this life to the fullest.
Loving like crazy and wishing on a rainbow,
no more reserving happiness for tomorrow.
It’s about maximizing the here and now,
for tomorrow is not promised to anyone anyhow.
So I stake my claim – this blessed day is mine;
and I’m not wasting any more precious time.
Like a radiant super star I will shine,
leaping to the very front of the line.
Here’s a toast to doing it the best way…
let’s celebrate and live life today!
06-04-2015
Contest: Any Old Poem #9
Sponsor: SKAT A
Placement: 3rd
If to be a winner, I must first suck up,
Then instead, I will gladly lose.
If to gain popularity means kissing butt,
Then a path alone I will seek and choose.
If to climb the ladder is scoring brownie points,
Then a different ladder I will choose to seek,
A ladder where is required integrity and virtue
And having such will not get me treated like a freak.
I will not blindly follow along the path of others,
On the path of least resistance the majority on, trod;
Where the path accepts, condones lesser traits
And where I'll be led away from the Lord, my God.
The ridicule of humans, the whispers behind my back,
Will not a bloody difference to me ever make
Nor tempt me to change my course of direction,
Knowing the path well traveled also hosts the fake.
When one has experienced the dishonesty of others,
The betrayal by many and lack of trustworthiness,
The superficial charm of wolves dressed as sheep,
One then seeks to avoid all such human shallowness.
My Path in life has been a tough row to hoe,
With many wishing I would fail all along the way,
But all's given me strength and courage to persevere
And tremendous insight that in my poetry I portray.
If by a 'muse' I am directed, then my Muse is God,
For it is He who has Gifted me, therefore is deserving
Of my praise, appreciation, my deepest gratitude
And through it all He Loves me, while humans are reserving.
Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2017-07-11 10:29:00 (EDT)
All rights reserved
A faithful atmospheric worth of you,
equal in statuesque rainbow possess.
Grace a forest wake to rumored jewel,
long drawn-out winks ethereal blesses.
Favoring flowers blossoming parades,
a living garden hails its ambitions.
Hovers a bee stared yearning serenades,
nigh turnout unequal kinds, auditions.
Ode claims Rainbow Butterfly to whom shares
glory to its signature character,
beliefs prestige for reserving crosshairs.
Incepts moniker beings cofactor,
chicks or the eggs, and who'll take second best?
Rainbow suave sky soars the aliferous.
.
I saw her's at the
distance
I tried the whistle
It flew out like
tweety bird's
caught by sylvester
featherz and
all
hern soon
oke
choked
Hitherto
i whistle not
at fine
hers'
her's
lets lips
mine
not
*i ofttimes spill the nouns (the)hers
:>shemales; i meant, females..(did so ')
(the)shes
therefore I explicate and may the poetic astute
accept mine artistic license :) hers: females... 'period'
shes: the feminine plural ;) oh stop ,)
edvard'z lisp and *sensitive feel> (fem~i~nine)
^:uh wight guy ') her's: possessive
* oke^ hern: belongs to her e.g. her's, in the broader sence; 'twuz her decision I.e; the poet, can say "her breast were in mine maws", yet, wus it her decision that her breast were there(the 'terse' poet would need to explicate, cramming hiz lisp with unnecessary werdz)..but, if the poet (i exspecially)exclaimed; "hern" breast were in mine maws", hiz readerz intuitively would know, that 'she gave' her breast up willingly(her decide). If the poet exclaimed; "hern pussie wuz pink"
^('she' lets poet see it's
pink
etc.)
i pray there be shes reserving sum hern for mine
indulge....words...that's what i well i tried to meant ')
The fall of man is attributed to Eve
Who urged Adam to eat the forbidden fruit
Such is the story ancient biblical scriptures weave
Bringing about, as is said, on all of mankind disrepute
Reserving judgment on whether this tale is false or true
Blind belief that we have sinned shrouds us in guilt
Heart contracts every day swallowing this brew
No wonder then facing storms of life we wilt
Instead if we say man and woman are one
Polarities of God’s singularity that split in duality
Then concepts and beliefs entertained come undone
Allowing us to holistically view the absolute truth in totality
Eve is certainly not the villain she has been made out to be
Quite to the contrary, Adam was incomplete without her
Such is the interpretation, which our loving eyes see
We hope dear reader, that with us you concur
Sitting on a pew
Grilling and skew
Cravings that streak
Gravy of the mountain peak.
Sauces and condiments laid
Sprinkled, dashed and said
Vegetables, meat and bread
Cooked, baked and knead.
Reserving, consuming energy from tree
Drinking, nibbling like spree.
Waiting for the next bonfire and gaze
Rollicking with charcoal, dust and blaze.
A shooting star from the night so dark
Oozing with smoke and might that spark
Writing your name in the dark board of chart
Weaving canvass in your heart of art.
How the thought of her smiling, sick, rude face
repels me. What ever was I thinking?
My time lost in her sickening embrace
was loathsome, base, gross, foul, vile, and stinking!
O, why gave I myself to one so whorish?
So eager was I to love; young, naive,
and simple, I failed to see then how boorish
she was—so blinded was I to receive
her. In hindsight, I would undo the past,
and remain forevermore a virgin—
pure, and chaste! No shame's in that; but the waste
of not reserving myself was my sin.
For me, carnal knowledge came at great price;
I've learned my lesson, and I'll not err twice!
How faithfully I gave you priority
I even built you a Queenly home
As the centerpiece of my Life.
How reverent I was to your desires
I even built you a sacred temple
Where like a star your interests shone,
As I looked at you;
Bowed - with glittering eyes.
How every thought I would dedicate to you
Reserving you a special table -
In the Galla where Life's events are held
I even made a status-bearing label
And hung it on your thronely chair.
It simply read 'Honorary Human',
But around it I inhaled its majestic air
Oh How I did my best to serve you;
Oh how I always served you first.
How eagerly I took your orders
How promptly I'd respond.
But oh how I failed you self
How I served you
But did not serve you well.
Self serving was my great expense;
My intention was to give to you.
Yet nothing was all I bought
For selfishness is worth naught.
North eastern whistling through papyrus banks
Emanating streams are from forest Rwanda
Collecting reserving ever controversial
No propagating ,Lake Victoria real natural source
We are from the source of Nile
Summer rain blessed over mount of Ethiopia
Seasonal worship prolonging to Hapi.
Egyptian farmers awaiting the blue silt
Obscuring barriers , flowing river great
We are from the source of Nile
She will be joining blue hands at Khartoum
Resting reversing , then reaching to Cairo
Looking behind like a responsible mom
Blessing the fertile land again , hats off
We are from the source of Nile
Enchanting caves and all gigantic pyramids
Egyptian mummy an evident civilization
Gentle the flow for the life distribution
Never dispensable such a real contribution
We are from the source of Nile
Padmakumar
Mother thy land by all means utter
to find depth an need hug e're
Thy spirit by vast immensely blast
run through veins encouragingly fast
Yet a cold field remains in thy heart
for th' dear yet of a son that hurt
That bird in his hand of all others
caught most beautiful eyes from e're
Withheld miracles for hundreds to sigh
then relief after pain lie
A mass of hundreds distant
reserving a place to lament
Followers that of thy peace prevailed
for belief to enhance alone thus failed
Mountains craved to wail for thy wound to bear
there was no doubt hence but thou couldn't wait
Your call mother doth doubt my belief
for i wail just as thou keep stiff
I'v had so many teachers from whom
i'm blessed
I cannot say a human is my best
But one i really must showcase
My teacher makes me feel like i'm
reserving my best
Encourages me to pull out that part i
hide deep down
Unknown to most he can be a clown
Although he seems very much like a
stern headmaster
With his trousers held up on his belly
And his outrageously big glasses
I dread the day we'll part
For this teacher there will always be a
place in my heart.
Reserving the right to break away unto a clear blue day; viewing
Certain labels upon the bottles and cans; time reeling in chains....
And they say that patience is a virtue as I drop them from my hands
Exiting lifes alleyways; fingers brushing atop the gray mortared bricks
Whileas peering at the clearing just ahead; resolve unto resolutions
Tossing this worn book into a bin; combing my pockets for a pen
A crumpled piece of paper to take another note; a cobweb or two
Lingering amid the trees in columns aligned aside yesterdays mist....
Reaching for the door to escape another winters morn; familiar the
Crowd greeting myself as I enter in; a warm cup of coffee awaiting
With a kiss upon the cheek and a towel to dry my hair; songs of cheer
Tossing this bag of cans and bottles into the corner; afore the fire....
Reeling in chains reserved for the warmth upon a clear blue day; breaking
Glasses joyfully within the place; such light piercing through this window
In the shape of a star swaying atop my palm; searching deep my pockets
Scribbled somewhere are these notes; reflections etched aneath a bridge
Laughing now as reading aloud; 'tis good to see you again my child'....
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...."Coming Home for The Holidays" *
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Around in the night underneath street lamp’s lights a star’s swaggers speaking wicked word’s of philosophy, “who shall endear love’s unconditional virtues” funneling life’s glitzy glamour.
The only vehicle of world’s transformation is the crazed thinking of prolific mind’s hovering pandering the crazy mind’s to the philosophy of a philosophical personal fee.
Underneath the nights bright lights a star’s swagger the essence of beauty a cherished personality.
Prolific mind hovering around pandering wasting no time catching the essence of intellectual beauty.
Hall marking the distinguishing essence of intellectual resilience becoming the hallmark of brilliance lighting the beauty of a personality with swagger.
Cherishing life’s intellectual logos marking earth’s seasonal premier.
Philosophical philosophy of a crazy mind pandering the crazed thinking of capital in prophets of a profitable time. To life’s astrology of star’s aligning in futures designs to dimensions of an era of passionate passions in life’s limited time.
Igniting the flames desire of futures fortunes, & burning the pasts misfortunes of the mislead.
Fame hovering around the star’s fortunes, interpretations of time to hold & unfold only time will tell. Lyrically bold leaving the past in the cold as histories passions of the old.
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The winds is too haunting
its dour, dreary and daunting
its voiceless song is wanting
for souls to listen it flaunting
Its whistling tunes that play
eerie melodies of dismay
oft sweet, oft an angered fray
they beckon me to come away
From my souls lone sojourn
where the ashes never burn
to reach out for what I yearn
learning to forget, to unlearn
The winds are too disturbing
and the chills are unnerving
so guilty and undeserving
of memories they're reserving
They are calm as moonlight
and a lonely souls delight
whispering sharp yet slight
with many a secret to confide
And I listen with attention rapt
at the words so true and apt
to souls that the winds trapped
that apprehensively adapt
The winds are so tantalizing
mystic, musical and surprising
tapering and quickly rising
hypnotic and channelizing
They bring what we forget
all our pain and our regret
words meant to remain unsaid
truths and the lies we dread
They are calling me desperately
the song turns a woeful plea
and I wish it would swallow me
with the whispers I long to flee
And be a secret of the breeze
the incessant mourns that freeze
the souls passing by the trees
the singer that no one sees
Setting my shivering soul aflame
my minds peace it can't reclaim
at times it whispers Your name
subtly, I whisper back the same.