Best Robe Poems
A peerless beauty from a distant land,
now loved in rainbow colours round the globe,
her tresses, curls and sumptuous curves delight,
she’s surely clad in Nature’s finest robe.
Tossed into the stormy ocean
when life struck another blow
brined, devoid of all emotion
lost child from Land of Goshen
drowning in the ebb and flow
dragged to depths by undertow
Blind eyes were opened to the past
of stains, blemishes carried long
feint with sorrow, my fate cast
gasping for air, I breathed my last
Lyrics pealed from Savior's song
absolving me for rebellious wrongs
Gentle hands touched my feet
binding chains of sin were broken
Satan bellowed and roared in defeat
"Taste blood's wine until replete."
Was the Son of God who had spoken
to me on the beach when I had woken
Life rescued by the kind mercy of Him
cleansed when I'd been washed ashore
He whispered to me, "You can swim."
Angelic voices rose in requiem
Echoes from above, then nothing more
Naked, but for the robe of white I wore
April 21st, 2017
Your Master’s righteous cloak is not
a bold retreat from evil’s plot.
In peaceful times and in discord,
You shall know that I am the Lord.
In busyness or when you’re bored,
in argument or in accord,
in health or in a hospice ward --
You shall know that I am the Lord.
Noah, a man, perfect and just,
built the ark displaying his trust
in full view of a mocking horde.
You shall know that I am the Lord.
Daniel, confident, skilled and wise,
kept on praying without disguise,
sentenced by a conniving board.
You shall know that I am the Lord.
Job, upright, blameless, God-fearing,
endured his friends’ steadfast jeering,
the goad to curse God, he ignored.
You shall know that I am the Lord.
These three, Noah, Daniel, and Job,
God, deemed righteousness as their robe.
Thru famine, wild beast, plague, and sword,
You shall know that I am the Lord.
Ezekiel 14: 12-23
The repeated phrase is used some 50 times in Ezekiel.
Rasputin had to order a new robe,
To increase his depleted wardrobe,
He thought pink would look nice
But he should've thought twice,
His followers left in a drove.
Waves of anticipated distance- cheerfulness and goodwill
reasons to part quite enormous
reflected in displayed emotions
long hugs, passionate waves, incomplete smiles and contact exchanges.
Queues and checkpoints, controls and duty free sales
all activities winding up in a goodbye
From the departure lounge, mothers with their kids walk
fathers with uptight faces already anticipating the next business moves
children in mental freedom roam and play
singles, so direct in focus to the flight entry’s aisle
unfortunately it’ll be an irreversible one
and an exit with a permanent stamp.
A calamity not even the tenders of coincidence anticipated
a disaster totally human in occurrence
forcing the Germanwings to get broken
by a hand unwilling to perish alone.
Exposure wasn’t enough to nurture a sense of humanity
education was weak to pump water on a soil of love
a hundred and fifty lives given to hades
without cause or reason, just on a platter of Gold
a well calculated crime beats the justification of a psychiatric malfunction
resulting to an all-lose situation
broken wings, lost lives and broken hearts
as once again, history stands still in black robes
for us all to say
goodbye our friends and adieu to our beloved children
My vapor trail
Spreads out across your vision
The fastest man alive
I live by the sword
And you came equipped
With all the right potions
All the right techniques
My heart screams bloody murder
Redrum
I bleed out emptiness
And feed on a small sun
To rise again
Blistering the country side
With the fury of your failures
When meadow flaunts her robe of green
and covers me in tender lace
her perfumed view lights up onscreen.
From mantle wrapped by pure citrine
a peaceful view my breaths embrace,
when meadow flaunts her robe of green.
Cascading dewdrops quite serene,
wheels gently to enshrine my face
her perfumed view lights up onscreen.
A nightingale takes wing, unseen
to pipe last croons within this space,
when meadow flaunts her robe of green.
She glides around like myth's Celine
oh beauty lit by skyline’s grace,
her perfumed view, lights up onscreen!
The newborn dawn will spread its beam
lingering through mild slumber’s pace.
When meadow flaunts her robe of green,
her perfumed air drapes path’s onscreen.
Villanelle
Juli- Michelle's Rhyme Battle: Round 4
so much so I adore my robe
my openness it protects
my robe no one has it type in the whole of the globe
so soothing that I don't imagine it in the hole
my robe
my robe
imagine my robe is stolen as a whole
where in the world do i search for my stolen robe
who do I employ to investigate in the rob
my expression is not hyperbole
my robe
my robe
you are so dare to me
my robe
This old gal is desperate for a new coat
Rust covers her cracked and peeling frame, but
No one seems to notice for
In Winter, an icy lace shawls warmly wraps around her.
In Spring, misty dew drapes her shoulders.
In Summer, variegated greens and blues surround her like a fine silk scarf.
In Autumn, her mottled tones are enveloped within Joseph's arms.
She stands a stately Queen robed in royal array,
Reigning over her domain with
Seasonless grace and grandeur.
In the cool spring breeze
The purple robe dances free
While busy bees play
Your sweet scent filling the air
And my heart with every sway
6/30/2017
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Naked Beneath the Robe
Would you have us all dress the same?
Coerce us into believing it is our favorite outfit,
influence the tide of fashion down a one way street.
Would you limit the words available to us?
Deny us the colors needed to create a rainbow,
leave us with only a corridor of grey archways.
Would you dull the scents of the garden?
Filter all aromatic wafting breezes,
blinding the butterfly and the bee.
Would you drain the sun’s reflection from the pond?
Refuse the gentle wind the courtesy of ripples
to validate its presence in its passing.
Would you force the spring morns birdsong through a funnel?
Squeezing from it the hope and joy of sunrise,
silencing the trill of tree filled benediction.
Would you shape all of the clouds in conformity?
Obscure the passion of their sky dance,
frustrate the imaginings of life.
Would you still the ghosts of shimmering mist?
Foil the fantasy of fog’s embrace
quiet the eerie silence of the marsh.
Would you hold as good, or bad, or wanting,
the heavens as they seek horizons touch,
obstructing sunset’s ruby passion.
Would you tear love’s passage from dead parchment?
Erasing words imbued with writers soul
to ease the fear of your unknowing heart.
Would you judge without the fear of error
confine the beauty of all essence
condemn without compassion’s edging doubt.
Submitted to – Any Poem #31 – Poetry Contest
2/23/2015
"It was 2 or 3 years ago
As best as I can recall
A slight chill in the air
Maybe early spring,
or maybe late in the fall
Queens County Hospital released me
on that very fateful day
I had spent my time in their psych ward
I no longer had to stay
On the day that they released me
to exit to the street
I left with jeans and T-shirt
With but slippers on my feet
But most striking I can assure you
Was the fanciful robe that I wore
Bright blue with yellow moons and stars
Comets, the sun, and much, much more
Like a demented Wizard walking
In a Fantasia audition gone quite mad
I strolled down Queens Boulevard
42 cents was all I had
Six miles to my home
I'd never walk afoot
Dazed and bewildered
All the Chinese pedestrians surely had a hoot
On the busiest street
for miles around
This demented Wizard tread
I would'a preferred to be underground
So I went and took a taxi
With no way to pay the bill
But what does one expect
From one who's mentally ill...
I figured it unlikely
for worse to come to me
"So what will he do?
return me to the boulevard
A cab fare thief for all to see?"
I made it home that afternoon
and found some money too
Paid my fare and carried on
In my Wizard's Robe of Blue."
Another true story in the bizarre life of tom bell
The Masked " You Might Know Me"
Made his in ring debut, Mangeged
by " Gone Tour Me" he challenged
Dale B. Finer. Out classed by Y.M.K.M.
Finer sucummed to a Grall Gamers
Bearhug .
In what's said to be
A world class series of
Manuvers,
"The World's Bestest Ever"
Ulster Besputin
Verses
"Moody" Belkez Butaev
Ended at 31:00 when
Butaev used a Cattlemen's Beal
To position Besputin for the
pin.
"Big Money Grip" Dax Dollbouis
Beat Lammy Loco via submittion
With the Casters Canyon Victory Roll
0:27 (seconds)An Areana record.
The Bankday Brawler and Ghetto Suchi
Beat "Toughey"Taltron Tilmon and Fattey Fysta
In a tagteam encounter, Fysta
Was on the receiving end of a
Louisiana Jaw Jam(right cross)
And in the main event
Members of "The Roster"
"Los Natralous " Javolen Suet
And "Tangles" Themble Sommers
Went head to head with
"Gymguy "Frankie Loftsinger and
"The BostonBadboy " Bach Sistra
The bout ended in a
No DQ when the referee
From found Sommers "lyre"
And Javolens "magic flute"
In the he ring.
This has been Kelp Seaworthy with
Kelp Seaworthy Reports.
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robe of chenille
soft crooning comfort at her breast
robe of chenille
calmed the nightmare, softened chills
when childhood fever reached a crest
soon drifting back to midnight rest
robe of chenille
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In honor of Nette Onclaud's Contest: "Weave a Rondelet"
By Carrie Richards 9/13/11
Regal attachment
Ornamental vestment
Bathroom accoutrement
Ephemeral garment