Best Reveals Poems
And silence is all, it reveals what the world keeps secret,
And she is the world, a universe in her eyes, an infinite vagabond.
"Whom have you loved before me?" I ask with a voice like the wind,
"What have you let take you, that I must envy in the silence of this hymn?"
Questions are like oceans, boundless in thought,
They make silence sing, revealing verses deeply sought.
Her eyes speak as butterflies take flight, gentle and free,
I don't know how butterflies take off, but I've seen them glide, in her eyes, I see.
I've seen her eyes; you know she's going home, you know she is home,
And without saying, I love that about her freedom, in her quiet realm, I roam.
"The horizon," she says, "Myself, water— any water, flowers, and nights, without regret,"
There are many versions of her sighing, but I'd savor one like a perfect burger, no jest.
It makes her smile without smiling, you know,
I believe a smile is a journey, a path to the soul.
She begins with her heart making silent hiccups, ending with a smile, a gentle chime,
With her ocean lips, I've been there, a kiss devoured by time.
And this is what I'll get used to, you can tell she's proud of her thoughts, pure,
And that is just, a woman must be proud, knowing her measure in silence, sure.
But I must keep the night rolling, like a full moon in the sky,
So I ask, "But now, what has changed? What dream did you let fly?"
I pretend not to count the heap of chaos she's let consume her,
And this time, she goes the rest of the journey, and still, she sighs in the world’s murmur.
Her smile is as sure as an old moon, a beacon in the night,
"You've become all of it. You've become everything, my light."
I look at the rising sun and say, 'Yes, that is him. That is the horizon,
My chaos, my light, my silence, my secret, my infinite horizon.'
Money reveals the true thee.
It might not be everything to thee,
But it reveals everything about thee.
God maketh the world go around,
Money maketh the people to wander.
God is the ruler of money;
Money of man.
Money is the root of all evil;
it is through this craving that some have wandered away from the faith.
People need to trust God to be protected,
Money need man to be kept safe;
Thus man need God,
And money need man.
But this days they're doing it the other way around.
Oh! It is said, 'what goes cometh back.'
They're saying, 'God served man through Jesus,
However, man must serve money.'
Don't you know that Jesus died for thee so that you might have life?
Nonetheless,
His the source of everything.
God maketh people to serve Him;
People maketh money to serve it.
God creates,
Man make;
They re-create what God created.
God can destroy both man and money,
Man can destroy money,
but not God.
Therefore, man depend on God, not money.
People work for Money,
Women marry Benjamin,
Men steal Moola.
Many die for Mammon
Even pray for Treasure.
While all they should do is seek the Creator,
And money will follow them.
Thou cannot serve to masters.
It's either you serve God or Mammon.
I say serve God and money will follow thee.
Thus,
Thine have them both.
Money for lifetime;
God for eternal life.
sunlight reveals
ornament hanger 'pon floor...
Christmas now over
it glistened like
snow in the bright sunlight..
winter beauty
The second Shadow reveals
The spotlight reveals
In the brightness a shadow
is seen
On a wooden chair
Is wooden arms and legs
The back rest cushion
A turquoise color
Head and the sear
On the seat are
Two bunnies ornaments
When the spotlight shines
The shadow appears
A man and a woman
they stare at each other
Coming closer slowly
When they are closer
They embrace into a
Passionate kiss
this is the second shadows seen
The mirror became clearer
the deception of her reflection
is just as she feared
displaying the monster
that haunts her
who taunts her
who wants her
to inhale
to impale
lifting her veil
adjusting her sail
expecting her to fail
he shows no restraint
as he attempts to taint the saint
aspiring to wash away the paint
of the beautiful landscape
causing a mutation
of the illustration
a new creation
a hallucination
the confusion
the illusion
causing delusion
by his intrusion
is just enough to amuse him
He tries taking control
of a beautiful soul
begging for worship
kneeling on hot coal
she fears no demon
for she lived with the devil
he was her alibi
she was his vessel.
She had deviated from his plan
didn’t agree to his demands
and so the day began
the horned feared beast
was no longer manned.
The Party played 'Pin the Tale on the Donkey'
That's how they came up with a senile honkey
Reprinted with permission from
'Ten Greatest Political Poems Ever'
If your working is not systematic
You may find life damn difficult
As negative will be the result
Great success, you can't pick
Please attend to work judiciously
And take efforts to attain victory
Regard loss as a guiding injury
Never do your duty suspiciously
Plan your duty and finely execute
Learn the trade with great interest
All your skills, you wisely invest
Prove to all that you are very cute
Take up a job and well-perform it
Use maximum prudence wisely
Discharge your duty very nicely
Develop a hard-working habit
Learn the intricacies of your trade
And become an expert in work
Your duty, never at all shirk
Try to register greatly A-grade
Those tasks that are damn tough
May confuse your mind severely
But, you can master them surely
Just sheer hard-work is enough
A shrewd person never is worried
As he is sure of his toiling truly
He regards doing duty as holy
He never waits for luck's need
He will work showing real enthusiasm
His heart will have a positive outlook
All opportunities, he will wisely book
By exhibiting maximum dynamism
With grit, he will chase to at last win
His motto is to try and use the chance
He will enthusiastically start the dawns
With optimism, he will hopefully begin
He will make his level best attempt
And lose not heart in case of defeat
He is honest, tidy, brainy and neat
His mind, worries can never tempt.
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Goddess Athena is the guardian of Athens, the soothsayer said.
She is high-born in mythology, and exceedingly well-bred.
She has been protecting the citizens in a variety of ways.
And will be forever, until the end of all of our days.
Athena heard the soothsayer and rewarded her with money.
She also sent her barley, gemstones, wheat, rice, and honey.
The soothsayer sang Athena’s praises for the rest of her life.
With Athena around, Athens did not undergo very much strife.
cool water reveals
the placid temperament
snow is always white
Honoring Master Poe, Darkened Verses That Saddest Of Truths Reveals
The infinite black, oozing forth relentlessly unholy and unmerciful dread
with infinite sad cries from those once innocent and now long since dead
Only evil, and its many platoons of shadowy, and most ravenous beasts
can forage about for far more victims on which to torment and then feast
As this world, in its accursed and wicked wars can so many millions destroy
by nefarious means, even using greatest beauty- as it did with Helen of Troy!
From within deep bowels of earth up rise murderous legions of savage doom
man striving for eternity, but always meets evil and an unwelcoming tomb
Yet within Spring's Hope, man's sweetest of dreams, promising much more
always thought, Time for pleasures, treasures and gold, that one final score
Yet folly reigns, therein lies thunderous and those all powerful hands of Fate
where heard are sounds of Fated dread, words- "too late, just too damn late"!
The infinite black, cruising the land- to destroy and to be bloody well fed
with infinite resources, and victories from battles gushing bloody reds
With wailing cries from those seeking promise of Love and much longer Life
comes deepest of sorrows born from war- pillaging and world gifted strife
For within each breast lies a hiding beast, always ready to maim and kill
with Lusts to Feast upon those innocent victims, for its wickedly sated thrills!
Robert J. Lindley, 3-05-2020
Rhyme, ( On Reality, Dark Truth And Humanity's Endless Lusts And Greed )
Note:
Celebrating being exactly 66 years young today, I decided to honor
my favorite of all great poets, Edgar Allan Poe. Thus a very dark
poem was called for and one that speaks of modern times and reality
of this truly dark and evil world that we ALL must journey through
on the way to our predestined and most unfortunate, untimely end...
He Reveals Himself
Everyday He reveals Himself in a special way.
Whether through His word or people around
who know jus what to say.
That still small voice is waiting there to
speak into your ears.
I’m so gald He knows us and is waiting
there to hear.
He hears our very thoughts and words
so be careful come what may.
He is our Lord and Savior and
He’s only a prayer away.
He reveals to us in many ways one
juct can not submise.
In dreams and vision come what way all
through the and all through the night.
Through a pleasant word from a dear friend
or just from a stranger showing a
kind deed.
He reveals Himself.
A shiny yellow sun reveals through striation
Steel blue clouds layered on the horizon.
Fog~light and airy floats but gives forth revelation
Of the fulness 'pon the trees fruit fit for fall's situation.
Let not my presence which will soon be departed
Leave some of you for a time somewhat brokenhearted
When truth in your dreams at night reveals
A sage's gift now disappeared
Don't worry my poetic friend my love for you has no end...
I have no idea what this is...
I am going to be away from my
computer starting on Monday for sure
but just for a short time.
I will miss you my poetic friend..
I remember every feeling of love I had ever felt.
There can be no love without pain.
The way it was , the way it is.
Time turns love into this.
Who can say they have never been hurt,
Or that love lasted without a single word.
Pleasure is sought on the heels of pain,
The feeling is all the same,
But I will fall again,
Searching for true love, again and again.
Timepiece reveals desolation,
forsaken lands of creation-
Barren branches sway in dismay,
uneasy in life’s disarray.
No hope for alleviation.
Wasteland betrayed by salvation,
one more soul dies from starvation.
The timekeeper starts to decay-
Timepiece reveals.
Ebon sky wears fascination,
lost in lonely desperation-
For existence must go astray,
awaiting the break of dawn’s day.
Minutes bound by condemnation-
Timepiece reveals.
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Joesph May
July 25, 2018
God Reveals His Presence
The world we live in is full of cares,
With strings of troubles, despair and tears.
Hearts are broken, dreams are shattered,
Nobody is spared, everyone has a share.
Some stumble down but try hard to rise up.
Some totally beaten with nothing more to dream.
Some still plod on but through aimless path.
A meaningless life, bitterness in the heart.
The struggle goes on as the battle rages.
Between good and evil, between life and death.
Man in his weakness, makes the wrong choice,
Takes the wrong path, lured by world pleasures.
He drifts farther away as he wallows in sin.
Won over by darkness God is forgotten.
But God never tires, still searches for him.
With mercy overflowing, ready to forgive him.
God speaks to him through his brokenness.
When inflicted with pain by his wretchedness.
As he cries out for mercy, helpless and beaten,
God reveals Himself, tenderly comforting.
So brother don’t despair, when troubles set in.
God is within you revealing His presence.
It’s His marvelous way of getting you back.
When you wander away from His precious flock.
-Alice Advincula