Best Resigns Poems


Premium Member Drifting

different drumbeats, separate Lives

he inhales the wind song

a static cling to yesterday

held in his heart until his melody fades

life, love, hope circle the drain

aging realist at one with his pain

love’s last aria

melancholy oboe resigns with setting sun
     
when two are no longer one 

chasm widens between haunting roars

tribal drums on opposite shores

Premium Member With Him Goes a Rose

It was only a few days
On their barren soil
Through a doorway he went
So many lives now spoiled

An explosive device
Plastic in design
Could never be detected
Now a life resigns
 
The regimental medic
Rushes to his aid
To stem his internal bleeding
Through his eyes he fades

His lifeless soul lies lonely
As he is gently stretchered away
Where he will be flown back home
To where the angels play

In honoured ceremony
As he is carried to his carriage
On the tarmac awaits
His fiance, without marriage

In the chapel of rest
She stands in a tear laden pose
Her tribute to her lost one
With him goes a Rose

For tomorrow she will awake
A new day in her life
As she remembers her love
Who would have made her his wife




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-2.php

Premium Member Too Good To Be True

Deception, destruction, or death
		may lurk behind offers of wealth,
		of prominence, fancy black cars,
		and life in luxurious homes.

		Grand promises made to the young,
		ambitious to rise to the top,
		may prove far too sweet to resist.
		Once in, getting out may mean death.
		
		As John Grisham’s young lawyer learned,
		if it seems too good to be true,
		     it probably is.

In Grisham’s The Firm, Mitch McDeere, fresh out of law school,
joins a small but prestigious law firm from which no one ever resigns. 
Some ARE murdered, though! This firm is really run by the Morolto 
crime family.



January 28, 2018, entered in Line Gauthier's Life Lesson from a Favourite Novel Contest


Premium Member King

King


The Lion, as the King of Beasts, is known:

     yet, not the strongest species on his own,

          and not the largest beast to stand alone;

but still, he sits upon his self-made throne.


For sure, his stately attitude enshrines

     the full respect that leadership designs.

          With cocky gait, full mane, he fast assigns...

each creature, large or small, conforms...resigns.


Sandra M. Haight

~2nd Place~
Contest: Free Verse or Rhyme - 8 Lines Max
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Judged: 05/04/2019

Premium Member Criminal Minds

Crimes twisted and horrible are solved by a group of Elite FBI profilers,
re-runs I watch even though I have seen them several times, it matters not.
In each episode the BAU (Behavioral Analysis Unit) solve a mystery.
My favorite character is Spenser, pretty boy, genius, special agent,
in eleven seasons, I followed each nasty crime, at the end my prize is a quote.
Now, I am waiting breathlessly for Season 12 to start in September.
All the characters lives are part of the drama, that makes it interesting to me.
Last episode of Season Eleven, hunky Derek resigns to care his wife and baby.

Most of the characters are like family, JJ, did you know, Henri is her real son,
interesting how Emily just faded away, and Garcia, baby girl, oh so flirtatious,
now has to find a new man to tease. Rossi, oh he is so serious, but I like him.
Do you know Gideon wanted out, they killed him in Season Ten, that was sad.
So you see, I know them all, I solve crimes with them, I am hooked for sure.

__________________________________
July 14, 2016

Poetry/Acrostic/Criminal Minds
Copyright Protected, ID 16-808-874-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

Written for the contest, Your Favorite Habit-Forming TV Show
sponsor, Tom Quigley

Fifth Place

Premium Member Netherland Crisis the Main News Not Reporting

Friends  Cattle farmers in the Netherlands are being TOLD to reduce by 50 percent their livestock farms, because of the Nitrogen gases the Cattle produce. There is 78 percent Nitrogen levels in the world, it is what the world is made up of, so why are these Politicians forcing the farmers to cut the livestock farms by 50%? Tens of thousands of farmers are Protesting. They are driving their tractors and blocking roads, and Grocery stores. They are tired of this New World Order CONTROL, of being told what to do with their Crops and Cattle farms. The Farmers have finally had enough and it has gotten so bad that Grocery store shelves in some areas are Empty! The Farmers and the People in the Netherlands are aware of what these Globalist are trying to do in creating food shortages by demanding the farmers to reduce by 50% their cattle farms The News in America have been Silent. Ask yourself why that is. Obviously they dont want us to know here in the States that people are standing up to their Orchestrated Agendas for fear of Americans doing the same. Ask yourself What  is going on in the World we live in. What are they trying to do to our food, especially beef supplies. Friends Please start realizing what is happening around you, by these Global Elites. Understand that they control the Media and they arent reporting all the devastation they are creating all over the world and here in the states. They have destroyed 95 food processing plants within six months. If you search the lying fact check that they control, it will tell you it is not true. Please be diligent in verifying everything, and be a critical thinker always checking and verifying what you hear from the Main stream Media.  Get your houses in Order and start stocking up on Food. God bless you all... PS another corrupt Politician resigns. Boris Johnson, Prime Minister of the United Kingdom. These are the World leaders people Trusted. Friends he resigned because he got caught. Dont put faith in your Leaders, most of them are corrupt, put your faith in Jesus, for he is the only Truthful One to Trust. God bless you all. Have hope and don't trust but Verify...

They have shut down A Call For An Uprising on YouTube He has a new Channel.
The Prepared Homestead on YouTube is another great Channel to get the Truth.


Life's Changing Seasons...

As my soul nears it's journeyed winter resting place
memories of past seasons are thoughtfully traced
footpaths that were traveled which gladdened my heart
grateful of the spring which gave me my start

Honeyed by the bee's attracted too sweet nectar
strengthened by the breeze of Nature's mentor
sweet song of birds adjoining trickling brook
was an opening to me of an Earthly book

Scripted purpose...symbolic in every sign
my soul's perseverance willingly resigns
to the ebb 'n flow of universal currents
energizing forces resolutely meant

Joyful guidance toward long awaited embrace
opportunity beckons,Heaven's consoling face 
as our Earth...the nursery of the soul,
proper attention paid,then reimbursed with gold

Summer's sun producing autumn fruit
bountifully doled from beginning roots
gestures solemnizing eventual union
Spirits agape fulfilling another aeon....

Ode To the Sun

Sunrise, Oh aural hymn of spirituality,
Vibrant in it’s splendour and magnificence,
Sending nocturnes to daytime slumber,
Bathing life to a yawning earth.
 
Piercing the day’s birth with colours and hue,
The Master’s tableau, a glorious canvas,
Fiery paints, swirling strokes and defiant beauty
The bright facet of the world’s axial turn.

It evokes and invokes, feelings and awe.
Praises and raises, creation and spirits,
Vilifies and nullifies, sadness and hopelessness,
Resigns and consigns, acceptance and trepidation.

Strand by strand, it runs through the hair,
Pore to pore, it caresses the skin,
Squint by squint, it opens the eyes,
Every brightness warms a weary heart.

It bridges valleys and flattens peaks,
Resurrects death and ends horizons,
Humbles the great and strengthens the weak,
With its rays, its light, its kiss.

We are but an audience, paler and drabber,
Casting pathetic lines of self importance,
Feeble in our attempts and underneath its shadow,
For its languid phase is our mortal eternity.

 When we are dust, entwined to life in death,
Ethereal and eternal and constant the sun remains. 
Bathing life to a yawning earth.

Penned

“Penned” 

what happens 
when it comes to this
another woman 
takes your child

as her own 

and red becomes 
the bloody murder
penned in a pig stye, 
left field left 

the apple of her eye

green, 
as iceberg
lettuce lies laced
salad days waisted 

shredded through windows, 

cold
thunderstorms 
in the heart betrayed
rigour resigns against pain

the revenant
never left 
resonance resides 
on repeat morse 
 
tear-streaked
reigning

(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)




“I Hold You” / Clann
https://youtu.be/uNGmyQ8UbZ8


CLANN — KIN FABLES [Full Album]
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CLANN — Seelie [Full Album]
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LYRICS/ "I Hold You", Clann
https://genius.com/Clann-i-hold-you-lyrics






"The Handmaid's Tale", Margaret Atwood (EBOOK) 
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"The Handmaid's Tale", Margaret Atwood (Seasons 1-5)
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1. maternal alienation

2. surrogacy

3. Penned
https://dictionary.cambridge.org/dictionary/english/penned

wasted.
waisted.





https://digital.library.adelaide.edu.au/dspace/bitstream/2440/110550/2/02whole.pdf

https://cwasu.org/wp-content/uploads/2016/07/Working-with-Maternal-Alienation.Practitioner_Resource2.pdf

Speck of Dust

Jesus walked on water it’s true, 
It was Peter that challenged:
“Prove to me Jesus, prove it is you”
Jesus said;”walk over to me” 
But Peter he sunk, 
he sunk in the sea 
The symbolic message of this story is lost 
It’s not about water, 
it is about trust. 
The sea was violent as are rocky times 
The times we are in, 
faith often resigns 
The illusion of the absence of god himself 
inside harder times 
is an easy convince. 
It is about ultimate faith in your creator 
and his wisdom inside 
his deterministic nature. 
Buddhism depicts life as a dream, 
Ok to be sleeping, 
awakened supreme. 
Awakened from being fully aware 
For aware is an illusion,
a self-love affair.
That life is for faith and control of oneself. 
And that those who are lost,
are but infidel 
Jesus depicted to show your potential 
The son of the father, 
blind faith fundamental 
We are incredibly undepictable small, 
but a speck of dust in creation 
looking up to the sky.
Consciousness noticing two trillion galaxies 
All while mind 
but sees one reality. 
Symbolic stories simply asking to trust, 
because even this speck,
can experience love.

Vanquished

-VANQUISHED-
                            
Upcoming sun that must rise in the East                 
Vanquished in loss                                     
         abandoned,     
                              flightless,      
                                                baby flamingos                                   
a-traipsing down a barren road they go.                             
One stands before me            but how can I know?                 
The problem is that we  do not believe                           
Deception of millions-acting naive                                           
Marching in columns our soldiers salute                           
While turning their sisters into child prostitutes                 
a friendly invitation in their  millions they come                   
Issuing papers and visas and stamps                                 
parcels of food and put them in camps                           
bureaucratic mess how to deal with all these                      
blankets and medicine to mass  refugees
                         
But then I go quiet   when I see what I've  got .                     
When asked to believe, how can I not?                                    
The arms of my bed beckons me "come"                  
 inviting my dreams into warm slumber land                     
Slowing us down- resigns us to rest                                           
Prodigal  sun goes down in the West

Premium Member A Dark Nightmare

A dark nightmare-
        dementia is a living Hell
      that grinds the mind away while one's aware-
        it's crumbling very well.
  Lewy Body Dementia- grim adversity;
  unlike Alzheimer's- which dulls one's reality,
    this victim feels mind's sparsity-
  the pain of it fragmenting- utterly aware.

              New call defines;
        was labeled first as Parkinson's.
      Though Lewy may show physical declines-
        worse are brain afflictions; 
  hallucinations, memory loss, resonate-
  while victims know inside- these changes dominate;
    no cure- just death will terminate.
  With Hell on earth- a shattered family resigns.


June 17, 2019

Form Used: 'Crumbling Rhyme' 
   invented by Constance La France

Premium Member Resigned

There is a rebel -guy hiding somewhere
down deep within your fleeting heart;
a snake- charmer of broken promises
who rushes off  and pierces my veins.
Although honey-coated words are gone 
to waste inside your impulsive mind,
I’m quick to forget after the ache
since the challenge to tame you 
has become a quest, a dare: but now,
my heart resigns from mazes of your puzzle .
I whine for luck, burying myself in such games
only to slowly understand the difference 
between wisdom and foolishness:  and life 
changes, my runaway guy, when your tease 
no longer entices a chase... 
like so, this raw deal is irrevocably terminated!


Nayda Ivette Negron's Resignation Contest
10/6/2016

Premium Member Fond Appeal

Applaud apt act
Leave lazy lack

Lift lively link
Indulge in ink

Tell tender tease
Etch endows ease

Rich risk resigns
Art aims align

Troubles thrust think
Impulse in ink

Only odd one
Now never none



Leon Enriquez
19 August 2014
Singapore

The Vanishing Star

Languishing roses in her vase
Love is but an antiquated  sentiment 
As her youth has faded.
Fame is wasted on the famous.
This much she knows now.
The glitter. The razzle and dazzle
All made a vanishing act.
The ghost of her star remains.
She looks in the reflective glass
And finds a new line deeper than pain
In her forehead.
The stray greys shoot from her hair
In winding coils.
 
Once she took care of her greys
With a bottle of scarlet dye.
Not today.
Today, she takes a drag from her cigarette
And wears a long gown with faded roses
Once in crimson blooms.
Not even Jesus can restore her fading star.
So she resigns to her destiny
And relaxes back to her velvet chair
The only piece of furniture in her once grand
Now almost derelict mansion
That still provides comfort for her aching bones.
She closes her eyes and drifts into a deep sleep.
Sweet dreams of her youth flood her still.

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