Best Righter Poems
It's spring. Cares we're flinging,
and the birds are winging;
their birdlings are singing
growing fatter!
Love doves now are cooing.
So what could be brewing?
Romance is ensuing.
That's the matter!
All the world is playing.
Some for rain are praying.
Rainfall answers, saying
Pitter-patter.
With my worries fleeing,
it is all so freeing.
Crazy I'll be being -
a mad hatter!
Yes, the world is brighter.
Burdens now seem lighter.
Things could not be righter.
I am gladder.
April 14, 2018 for Mick Talbot's Violette Contest
Categories:
righter, spring,
Form:
Ah, Red Macaw, you are the pestilence
of impatience
in my day, soaring far, far overhead
squawking and screaming
your face overheated and red
beak too portentous
for sweets, gobbling and demanding
if ever you stop, but the leaves
have no leavening, you’re all feed
and poop and mar my day.
Even though I seek you out
you escape, Scotch-free,
wearing a tartan of betrayal.
Who you seem to be
righter of words, merely mimics
what experience I bring
with my heart and days. I want to
wear flames, gold, drink juices
that drip from the blues of my mouth.
You wear my head where I have shadow.
You wear my flight, straight and narrow
Branching and diving and soaring.
You wear my hunger for the sweetness
of truth, but follow only my path
Where is yours? Where is your course?
Of course. Your caw, screams
Why don’t you speak your own language
Know your own. Your home.
Instead of mine.
Categories:
righter, animals, pets, travel,
Form:
Free verse
change, poetess, poetry, poets, word play, write, writing,
Brain ‘Fly By’ Writer/Righter©
I need a fresh 'brain-poet’ tongue twist
My editing with ‘guess work’ is on the fly
And makes me become one sour 'baked sugar pie’
But, I am fifty percent correct with Spell Check here
It takes just one flick of the wrist, to be brought on hand
Best invention since the ‘worded’ dictionary in Poet-land!
Editing tools cannot be bought, bribed or 'dreamt' just learned
All works abutted into bad grammatical writs do become burned
And won’t ‘rise’ into full creativity level and will be marked
I need a computerized (edited) grammatical ‘checking tool, please
This would make #2 ‘inventiveness’ since Poetry 101 the schooled way!!!
Categories:
righter, change, poetess, poetry, poets,
Form:
Verse
I thought it was left
instead it was right
Years I travel
in the wrong direction
Heeding not to maps instruction
I may not finish
should I go the other way.
I fool myself
"I got this"
Eyes shut,
yet reflects opens definition
Blind sighted, I continue
headed to damaged destinations
In this journey I grow tired
weary, breathless "pants" for air
I may stumble, headed to crumble
"Help is anyone there?"
I'm cool I'm straight
I think.....
This looks scary
darkness seems to blanket my path.
No answer in sight
too dark to see
CRASH....WALL...I FALL
Man this is really bugging me.
Tear drenched face
mind hurts of confusion
WAIT....over there, the other way
a solution
JESUS? Is that you?
Bright is the light,
but squint I do not
Oh Jesus I'm so glad you
came through
Right here and the right spot
NEW PLAN
Hand and hand
the brighter, righter,
and clear sighter
yes.... a new day
I trust you Lord
I will follow you
LEAD THE WAY!!
Categories:
righter, inspirational,
Form:
quintets
Nice phrase, "Worldly pleasures all forsaken."
mere words from an humble writer of songs?
The Singermans sang, "I surrender all..."
to their Savior - humble Righter of wrongs.
Drawn to darkest Benin where their heart longs
to make Him known as the Light of the World,
this couple serves bravely, beyond measure.
Barb and Jeff passed on the worlds' chosen pearls
choosing to forsake all worldly pleasure
then thieves robbed them of their meager treasure.
Bandits in Benin left them tied in knots,
while back here at home, the mission board blessed
on Barb's birthday with godly prayers and thoughts
petitioning safety, birthday requests.
Meanwhile the Singermans prayed for arrest.
Thieves returned their goods, facing a redress;
police had caught them later on their way.
Jeff shared God with them and his forgiveness.
Churches found what happens when people pray
for an unknown servant on her birthday.
Author's Notes:
This is a true account of the International Mission Board's practice of having churches throughout the US, pray for missionaries on their birthdays. The title is taken from Barbara Singerman's new book, Beyond Surrender. She and her husband are career missionaries to the Ayizo people of Benin, West Africa.
Categories:
righter, miracle, prayer, world,
Form:
Rhyme
Something a politics professor once said
has been crashing round and round my head.
He said: "Zara. You could convince white
that it was black and black that it was white instead.
It's also been said that I struggle with reality -
that black-white; wrong-right polarity -
because I see white as blacker and black as whiter
right as wronger and wrong as righter.
So I am become a writer -
rather than a politician -
because any rhetorician
has plenty proof
that politicians tell the truth to lie
while writers lie to tell the truth.
Categories:
righter, on writing and words,
Form:
Verse
1984 or 2017 (For Contest)
I ran as far away as I could
It predicted we'd fail, that all would ...
We humans revolt against "ought" and "should."
Orwell knew better - O well, you say!
In 1948, as one War seemed to give way
To a quieter, colder one, he penned away
We are all equal, but some are more equal
Between "Revelation" and "1984" one is a sequel
The last hope, the "last trump" renders us unequal
To the chosen, Napoleon and beasts like him,
(all rather uncouth but dressed to impress and kill)
Yet patience is preached; leaders are ordained by Him
Saddam Hussein had a name with "dam" in it
The anti-Christ may be smoother, imitating the Holy Spirit;
Lighter is not always whiter, or righter - I mean "right"?
Before Napoleon, the Books of Romans and Corinthians stated
We all fall short of the mark, God's standard (always hated!)
Not in love, in democracy or "progress" as we get highly educated
I, too, may be a recovering chauvinistic pig
My prayer is that my current Christian wig
Is of the New Man, kosher, sans hate, with Shalom, sans intrigue
Faithful with God's Spirit, loyal to His Son
From heaven all humans look alike, in hate and unforgiveness - one -
The last trump may usher in True Government, God's Kingdom!
(c) Anil Deo, 20170325
Categories:
righter, allegory, christian, desire, holocaust,
Form:
Prose Poetry
All doubts begone, the one light is on,
just verify your faith,
Father, Son and Holy Ghost are strong,
mere mortal show your face,
the one God interface,
the righter of the wrongs,
indestructable at your gate...
Don
Categories:
righter, adventure,
Form:
Rhyme
I was young when I fell in love
With a blue eyed singer of songs.
I had no talents to speak of,
But she was a righter of wrongs.
As each year came I became less
In her thoughts and less in her life.
I wasn't much and I confess
There was no chance she'd be my wife.
As in her songs, I went to war -
I'd be a hero with medals.
Maybe even earn the Big Star,
And I'd come home to rose petals.
I lie here now, my face in sand,
With the tears running down my face.
I am a stranger in this land -
They aim to kill me in this place.
I shiver with each tear that falls,
And tells me life has soured.
I found that when my duty calls,
I have answered as a coward.
No thoughts of love or blue eyed girls
Can enter my brain past the fear.
Bullets pass my head in swirls -
All I can muster is a tear
I hope to die a painless death,
I'll take cowardice to the grave.
I did not know with each deep breath
That my life was not one to save.
I was young when I fell in love -
At the time I thought it was daft
Now the bullets whine just above,
I dried the tears, stood up and laughed.
November 7, 2016
Foe Contest Creep
Categories:
righter, fear,
Form:
Quatrain
They say I’m a fighter
Who will fight to win
But is that a sin?
To fight is to win
And to win is to fight
But if it ends in pain
Was it ever right?
They say words can hurt
But still people blurt
Those words as bullets
Swarming like hornets
But what if I wasn’t a fighter
And really it was an act
Would it be any righter?
Would you believe it was fact?
I only fight to defend
I was misapprehended
I wore a mask
So I wouldn’t have to bask
In the hurt and pain
I was once pushed around
And because of that I drowned
In tears that I shed
Before I went to bed
Felt like I had no one
Sadness weighed on me like a ton
Saw what they did to me
As the only way to be
So a mask I put on
Letting my thoughts turn to poison
I soon turned into a python
With that myself respect was gone
I wanted others to show fear
Just by showing my sneer
So my pain would stop
But found that I now felt like slop
So they say I’m a fighter
Who will fight to win
But is that a sin?
...For me I felt it was
22/06/2017
Categories:
righter, abuse, anger, hurt,
Form:
Free verse
Taurus
Have a Taurus in my life
Fact is that I have two
They are both extremely right
Insist on it until they're blue.
Life has been a contstant struggle
These rivals strive to always shine
Cannot decide which right is righter
But what a mighty force combined!
They organize their world
Then start to fix yours, too--
Be careful what a Taurus
Might do if he loves you!
Categories:
righter, people,
Form:
Light Verse
Political Correctiveness
Republican Vs Democrat
Young man with a mind and a protestation unwinds.
Old man with bald head flying his sign .
There was almost a fight, but it was just summer heat in November.
No one was righter than wrong. Who has won?
There is no mystery to me.
The old mans affiliation was the sign in his hand.
The young man was fussing so obviously a member of the other
correctiveness political party.
He at least IS somebody.
Arguements keep untill elections are over.
Incumbents drink whiskey while losers just weep.
Who Won?
Sign painters paint the letters again on all of the doors of the offices.
After the voting is done.
Who Won?
Categories:
righter, confusion, imagination, urban,
Form:
Free verse
Get up you young fighter.
March forth you wrong righter.
You have a home to defend,
and you have a war to end.
We will always remember your sacrifice,
For you are the one who pays the price.
Categories:
righter, war,
Form:
Rhyme
The second time around seems harder.
Perhaps slogging through the heavy air,
or seeking that old fire
casts over everything a dim, dark pallor.
Past victories gained have been broken.
Reclaiming new footing, and stalking
rougher higher peaks and eddies
vies with anticipated promises and fortune.
Third time may be much brighter.
Surely the lot revolutions, turns wheels
to a completely fresh canvas?
Sweeps away cobwebs and traps something righter.
Categories:
righter, introspectiontime,
Form:
A-n early morning light
Y-earns to take the night away;
A-llowing the sun to rise
M-ay twenty-second day.
I-n the sky up above
C-louds will never gather;
H-aze and mist in the air
E-nd slowly till they're over.
L-ight in early morning
L-ongs to last till sunset;
E-ndorsing the stars at night to shine and throw away fret.
B-righter tomorrow will come,
E-rasing the dark of evening;
L-etting the flame to burn
L-ight in early morning.
Categories:
righter, birthday,
Form:
Acrostic