Best Retrieval Poems
Innocent days spent on the paths of Audubon Park.
A dark silhouette trailing my steps; a body guard
until a stick was thrown. Black tail flying in retrieval,
proudly returning to lay it at my feet.
Shadow was followed by his own silhouette
when he chased squirrels up the nearest oak tree.
Moss laden oaks, grown nearer the clouds since then.
Their towering forms black wraiths, monoliths -
painting the road in front of me.
In my mind I am running with Shadow,
waiting for my gifts of sticks.
He's barking and chasing squirrels until I say,
"Come on, boy. Let's go home."
Innocent days were untouched by sorrow.
I haven't walked those paths
or visited that park since the day
my Shadow could no longer follow me.
February 16th, 2016
Categories:
retrieval, dog, nostalgia,
Form:
Free verse
If no signal fires a mental wasteland blazing passion,
Angelic vibes are only found through third-eye action
You'll feel less discomfort if you're into the ideal aura
Life is not naughtiness, disdain, nihilism, or oxymora
Be selfish, but invest your life in an act that can last
Before ceding to entropy, face qualms and hit aghast
Freedom is to be oneself without asking permission
Be caring and vest a mark—even if it faces suspicion
You are not bound by this body, intellect, or reality
You are unimpeded mental alertness and eternity
Prayer opens the third eye and links one to space
The spine-full mind travels across key psych places
These nodes agape consciousness to cosmic awareness
Divine corridors—yet eons of vacuity obscure fairness
Vipassana is being mindful of this staple life reality
Spirituality aligns, awakens, and merges life's vitality
Assume your previous assumptions proved correct
You learn you agnize less than you thread, in effect
With a third eye wide agaze, one can peer at foresight
When the truth appears, you will find out the real sight
Clear thinking requires the transcendence of cognition,
With a clear mind, hearing, and insight, reach fruition
After profound interior changes, you saw an upheaval,
Lucid dreams disclose our unconscious facts retrieval
Living with other-dimensional groups implies sharing
Your or other people's vitality isn't optimal or bearing
Wildflowers in the desert can survive without water,
They delve deep and trust that the rains will never falter
Altering makes us dance, as our hearts are dazing
This is a path to caring, inner sight, and stargazing.
Written: April 07, 2023
A wisdom download Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Categories:
retrieval, analogy, cheer up, education,
Form:
Couplet
A cumulonimbus cloud enveloped my sky,
Threatening to rain down a torrent of pain.
An ocean of commotion swirled in my brain.
My attempts to bandage the wounds turned in vain.
I saw only the receding vistas of light,
And night prowling like a stealthy thief.
The past chilled my mind like hanging icicles,
And I felt so heavy with frozen grief.
I inched my way up like a tardy snail.
My life got riddled with contradictions.
I felt I was waylaid, lost, bruised, and beaten.
From every corner, I met only constrictions.
When irredeemably lost in the labyrinth of life,
I heard an inner voice assuring me,
“Don’t worry, your life is in my hands.
Nobody always gets his way! Follow me!
I will walk in front as your all-time guide.
I will mend your scars and heal your wound.
I will hold your hand when you totter.
If fallen, I will lift you up from the ground.”
In an instant, I felt my tethers getting broken,
And my soul embracing all that is dear.
From the cage I knew I was flying out.
I saw the sky beyond, lying blue and clear!
Now I am on a journey of redemption,
Determined to follow Him wherever He directs.
I tell myself- “Nothing is beyond retrieval.”
Feel freed of everything that obstructs.
Categories:
retrieval, angst, encouraging, friend, god,
Form:
Rhyme
Funny how certain days spark our remembrance.
We talk of things with similar resemblance.
How about the runners in the Boston bombing:
The screaming children in Oklahoma sobbing!
That awful day when Pearl Harbor was attacked:
These were the days of infamy, that is a fact!
Then that time our men went to war.
Fighting a battle beyond our shore!
When they came home they were criticized.
Now why are these wars so politicized?
We now remember the towers of nine-eleven.
On that day there was a lot of talk about heaven.
Since these incidents are long gone:
The talk of heaven brings a yawn!
As for me I just don’t get it!
What’s the point, what’s the benefit?
In remembrance, have we learned?
Is our government even concerned?
Yes, I know they can speak a good line.
They’re ultimate goal is to confine!
Yea I think the victims deserve respect:
But what they stood for, many neglect!
Now please don’t take me wrong.
Those who fought were very strong!
Many lives were sadly lost.
And it came at a great cost!
Families mourn day and night.
All because of hate and spite!
Life is precious in God’s eyes.
Each loss brought so many cries!
Here’s the day we should remember:
It is that day in late December!
It shouldn’t be limited to once a year.
This day announced that our God was here!
In the midst of fear, it was a day hope!
The day gave vision, so no need to grope!
In Jesus’ death we witnessed evil.
But when he rose we got retrieval!
Evil can only bring us down!
Therefore, I look forward to my crown!
I know some will not agree:
But in Christ we are free!
Now, with all that being said:
Please don’t look back, look ahead!
Keep close to you his loving promise.
Don’t ever be a doubting Thomas!
When the time comes to remember:
Look for God’s bright and shining ember!
Days of Remembrance
By Stacey Brown
9-11-13
Categories:
retrieval, remember,
Form:
Rhyme
In a world, not that off our own
The Autobots and Decepticons roam
Advanced engineering and developed mechanics
Soon to appear on our Planet
Unexpected events, an explorers Surprise
To uncover such a momentous prize
In the hands of mankind, a secret so dark
A retrieval mission, In which the Transformes embark
Beneath the ground, a Hidden location
Humans blinded by the fascination
Soon to commence a battle so great
To which war and destruction awaits
Categories:
retrieval, writing,
Form:
Rhyme
In knowing how my heart aches, I know not
Where to hide my sorrow. Etched, onto flesh
So numbed, by the cold break of tomorrow.
My thoughts it would seem, merely cascading
Sullen faces; the infinite places
We had seen.
Afflicted by a love so fleeting -
You left it biting at my being
In some callous bout of cruelty, unforeseen.
For sake no more than infidelity...
You did but everything
To forget me.
Yet you see it most in dramatists;
A trial of false feelings eloquent,
As if to belittle their own.
And still the latter more prevalent -
A trait I'd grown to love;
Be it the marrow, the mere dust
That forms my bones.
And yet I evermore despise -
I could hunt the breach, the distance
In those eyes
As they meet mine.
And all notion, upon notion, of retrieval
Will not help me seek the better
Of your evils,
For you chose to make the bed
In which you lie.
And so my darling, promiscuous love,
My mind breeds only bitterness.
While that bloody, bludgeoned organ
In my chest beats memories
Vigorous.
Categories:
retrieval, bereavement, depression, relationship,
Form:
Ode
Angels on my right shoulder
Battling devils on the left
Ever guiding my actions
Saving my soul from bereft
Angels e'er amongst us
Like Clarence on Stewart's bridge
Softly urge us to avoid
Falling from grace at the ridge
My special angel's sweet voice
Sounds so much like my mother's
But you have an angel too
Who's unlike any other's
Spirits of loved ones who've passed
Want us to know heaven's joy
So we reunite with them
And eternal bliss enjoy
So, Mom, if you're listening
Your voice overtakes evil
Helping me find the right path
You've mastered soul retrieval
A wonderful life bestowed
By a righteous urging
From an angel observer
For spiritual merging
Categories:
retrieval, faith, inspirationalangel, angel,
Form:
Quatrain
Mother has passed, ninety years of life to end.
Memories will live on, as memories do.
Times past, good and bad, now in equal balance.
A quiet time of reflection, gathering the relics of life.
Boxing cherished items, all of small note.
Mile markers of times remembered.
Dispersal of items to loved ones, in wish to keep the flame aglow.
Slowly a room melts to obscurity, bare walls now bleak and alone.
In last passage, a look beneath the bed.
One small shape rests in shadow, retrieval of one small Angel.
Just a dime store trinket, a lost Christmas joy.
Not a bell or star, an Angel in golden spread wing.
A heavenly message of peace, happiness, thanks.
Robert Gene Stoner Jr
© 5/1/16
Categories:
retrieval, inspirational, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Sam and Twitch, two partner cops
bust the bad guys in the chops
they found corruption
and much disruption
in the NYPD shops
Sam was big, and loud, and gruff
with criminals, he was rough
tendency to curse
sometimes even worse
he’s the first to call a bluff
Where Sam was brawn, Twitch was smart
Angles were his state-of-art
twin pistols twirling
steady aim sterling
simple logic off-the-chart
With Al, confronted evil
sometimes causing upheaval
finding rotten cops
pulling out the stops
integrity retrieval
Their story stops in interrupt
as sales were not up to snuff
sadly the tale ends
without fair amends
their end was much too abrupt.
Categories:
retrieval, abuse, corruption, evil, fantasy,
Form:
Limerick
The first cut
of roses
are in bloom
and I will
see them soon,
very soon.
They float
in a bowl
of Arctic ice-flow;
regarded highly
by the local Wal-Mart
feng shui
masters.
Made to hang and share
the air
with antebellum
paintings
of imagination mansions;
holding common court,
side by side,
with ancient saints
of former papal dynasties.
The sweet scent
of first bloom perfume,
exaggerated
in all three,
becomes, too soon,
disguised, sour, funerary
aromas of terminus musk.
Can these murdered
roses face rage
from the pastel haze
of entryway
Nirvana?
When contradiction
changes or disintegrates
thought,
immutable miracles might
be imbued beyond the common wrought.
You attained an interdiction
of proportional catastrophes
which indirectly praises
all the phases
of old Rome's historic papacies.
The dead red roses float
in symbiotic sacrifice
to long dead religions
and a joyous old South.
The new South seduced
by orgiastic myth,
reproduced,
to promote fevered pleasure
in sycophant seekers
of false history.
I found displayed
all the rages
of the ages
on the pages
in their own time -
placed by decision
of revisionist mind.
Integrity of lust,
indisputably pure
until sated
by objectified cure.
Then lost again
in retrieval of memory.
Now contaminated, fully,
by casual indoctrination
causing idiosyncratic
immolation of synaptic integration.
A self-destructive, cultural,
(*****sapiens specific)
neurotic guilt is causal.
Is there somewhere,
hidden in forbidden,
abandoned land,
a gated, grisly city
sealed and shut
by rusted nails?
Standing there
where citrus fruit rots,
in the sultry dusk of time -
Eden -
forsaken ruination of a city;
the failed garden of God.
Categories:
retrieval, old, old, time, integrity,
Form:
Free verse
As your wish of Persephone’s homecoming
We prepare minimal harvests from upheaval
Lost cause is the aid from ill-advised panic,
This casts doubt on her uncertain retrieval.
Demeter! Eyes of own appreciate our harvest,
These distant fields furrow with guided fracture
Stippled under greenery from a veil’s blockade
Virtues the gauge in which patience decides,
Miniscule the remnants with featureless serenity.
(Demeter)
When serenity further ventures availing hope?
Reminiscing confines a good past as undone!
Full quota the hearsay rumours have it false,
Alas, it is not! Had I reined her close, it might.
What patience has to honour, bereavement has none
Add Persephone’s quandary to the spectroscope,
Your purpose replies with a synopsis of course
Where underworlds design a stark reality to some.
(Views the harvest)
A penchant of well being in spite of mixed moods
Decides the mood, which in turn designs the season
Therefore, devise draining soils to your advantage-
Bale the thrusts of bittersweet as my tears became
Blocked in by sentinels’ the adornment of brilliance
Contrast with vivid twilight a beguiled revelation,
As wheat-sheafs’ bide an arc from golden chariots
Through displays, the haze of genial zephyrs brisk-
Mysteries surmise a whereabouts to quantum leaps
Exhibit confinement of spring to an autumn equinox,
And as therapeutics go, bereavement takes the risk.
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AD
(Mortals) Who are building nations.
Treasure the divinity of Demeter to all nations-
Answering to each nobility, her problem solving
Storing strength, our harvest elations;
Peace in our time, whilst mood swings evolving
Bond the religious bridge for neighbourly suffice
So we ourselves can understand those lands,
Whose barren terra firma distinguish the entice
Those future developments where trust expands,
More as an understanding, than self-sacrifice.
Categories:
retrieval, adventure, history, life, autumn,
Form:
Epic
On a halcyon stroll on a crepuscular street
My jealousy got flowing for my hound in retreat
His visceral powers and sonorous bark
Alerted by penumbras half in the dark
On an opulent lawn, a close neighbor of mine
The desultory moon making shadow puppets with vines
I laughed at my hound in a cynical laugh
While quieting his exuberant loud aftermath
Rewarded his vigilance in spite of retrieval
Fortunately for us, he did see no evil.
Jan 27 2016 10 word challenge : halcyon, crepuscular, jealousy
visceral, sonorous, penumbra, opulent, desultory, cynical, exuberant
by Daniel Turner
Categories:
retrieval, dog, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
The gods of oil have reigned downed their wrath,
For which we have not begun to see the aftermath.
For thousands of miles balls of tar will wash upon a virgin beach.
It will be felt around the world, every place that water will reach.
And every land and all men will feel the devastation.
In a disaster that has an unknown rate of acceleration.
Take this warning to heed,
In this epidemic, our children will pay for our greed.
And their children will toil under the sun,
For the things we have and have not done.
It seems foolish to me that we can put a man on the moon.
But can not keep crude out of a Louisiana lagoon.
And we will be mocked for our ignorance by our sons and daughters,
For blindly poising our own waters.
BP’s offshore drilling,
They never worried, they were making a killing.
I want to know where was the plan of action,
Will we all suffer the burden of their infractions.
So, we all wait while BP try.
And every minute , every hour, more peoples livelihood die.
And were losing ground, hand over fist.
Peoples lives are at stake, because the waters can’t be fished.
You only thought the unemployment rate was high before.
Now what of all the people who made their living on the gulf shore.
What do we tell them about their live retrieval.
Tell them to stand in a line marked,
Unemployed by environmental upheaval
Sarah Comstock
6-6-10
Categories:
retrieval, angst, animals, life, loss,
Form:
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the night
Santa and reindeer flew into the light
not a gift went amiss not a sound did he make
as he slid down the chimney and arose with a quake
with siffoned soft whistles and gregarious tee hees
he placed down the gifts just before the big flee
too late for retrieval soon he was caught
by a little wee tot who abandoned his cot
May I call you Kriss Krinkle he asked with a lisp
made you some cookies, bit burnt, but their crisp
soon they were wrapped and then tucked in His sack
alongside the toys, they went clickety clack
Oh crumbs I must go, Mrs. C wants me home
she covers them good with some chocolate Arome
no worries my lad, next year burn some more
my reindeer love burntys, cuz it helps when they snore !
December 7, 2022
Sponsor Joseph May
Contest Name The Night Before 3
Categories:
retrieval, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
Here lie the few remains of John M. Kyte
He lit a cigarette with a stick of dynamite
[His body was blown to smithereens]
Parts of him were scattered over the county
For which retrieval insured a hefty bounty.
Written November 29, 2022
Categories:
retrieval, humor,
Form:
Epitaph