Best Rythme Poems
MUSIC
The rythme progresses through me
Reaching to depths unknown
Leading me to another realm
Only I have ever gone
A place of solitude
Where I can be free
For my soul is the melody
To which I shall dance alone
And the beat is my life walk
Opening the walls that have never been shown
Oh how I love to sing
Especially when I hear that old familiar
That takes me back to the day
That I could just proceed along
No cares, no worries, just me and the world
Being free...... to my song
How many memories are wrapped up within tones
That have touched our lives
How many people can we recall
With just one sharp# climb
Or with just one flat fall
The power of our melody is our own
No one can hum it
No one can take it
Because our life walk is our song
We can take this empowerment as high as we want
Or we can take it to the lows
No matter how we play it
It still grows
With each and every encounter
Down our blessed path
The music follows
With our every step
So embrace your sharps and flats
Knowing that it is helping you
Through this turbulent ride
Sing it loud and don't be ashamed
For your song knows you are doing your best
Don't let the bar line tell your ending
Keep the melody flowing
Continue your lines without cares
And when your curtain rides low
And the rythmes come to a sway
Just look at the pages before
To where you started from
And to how you have become so much more today
Keep the music alive....even with a hummm
You're the Chaos and yet you're the Calm
You're the Thorns and yet you're the Rose
You're the Fantasy and yet you're the Reality
You're the Control and yet you're the Liberty
You're the Puzzle and yet you're the Adventure
You're the Rhyme and also the Rythme
You're the History and yet you're the Full Story
You're the Past and yet you're the Future
You're the Fight and yet you're the Rest
You're the Sunshine and yet you're the Glow
You're the Tickle and yet you're the Laughter
You're the Magic and also the Vibe
You're the Captivity and You're the Liberty
You're the Temptation and yet you're the Satisfaction
You're the Charm and yet you're the Love
You're the Lioness and yet you're the lamb
You're the Rage and yet you're the Grace
You're the Rain and Also the Rainbow
You're the Secret and yet you're the Revelation
You're Strong and yet you're too soft
You're the pause and yet you're the Continuation
You're the Mystery!
......Africa my Africa.......
A land flowing with milk and honey
based on the Ancestral Savanna
A land of beauty and radiance
A land of strong warriors and built men
A land of strong men with forsight
A land where tobacco has its root deep into the loamy
Africa my Africa
Africa my Africa
A land filled with beautiful maidens
Maidens of honor and warmth
sweets is the smell of their palm
the rows in her hair defines her elegance
A land of well bred princess of motherhood
A land of sweet smell in its field
Africa my Africa
Africa my Africa
A land of patriotic citizens
A land of unending opportunites
A place filled with rythme and sound of music in the air
land where culture has its root
Africa my Africa
Oh how i long for my Africa
the joy that fills my heart when i move closer can not be describe
I long for my Africa,
I love my Africa
Africa gives me warmth and hope for a better day
Africa oh my Africa
I sit here listening to my son play the guitar,
It sounds so good ,so good so far,
He starts to play along them strings,
And then you hear him start to sing,
Keep that rythme and keep it strong,
Remember the words of this song,
He trys to get it and get it right,
Hes always playing night after night,
I hope he can make it to the top,
Either way he makes me feel proud of what i got,
When does a man know he is genuine,
authentic as anger with iniquity,unimaginary as shadows in sun light
or blood in the wound,
alive like apples on the tongue,
when does a woman cease acting and begin living like an energy
driven relentlessly onto a target,
breathing from within to produce a rythme for personal purpose,
when do children become Machiavellian,stealing for lust,lying for laughs
and hiding for safety,when do they stop believing
that they are whatever can be desired,
there are creatures on this planet displaying instinct for mimicking a prey's sound
or using camoflage for ambush,
in doing so they depart not from a natural state,
what is necessary & unnecessary for healthy survival,
is there a mask for self trust,
is there a script for peer acceptence,
a mantra or prayer for self awareness,
is there such a thing as true & untrue,a good day and a bad day,
who is responsible for truth,
is it the witness or the conductor,
does experience decieve or present,
does the frost cheat the blossom,
do words mislead or is ignorance the folly,
do men disguise themselves subsequent to virtue or vice,
to survive or profit,
the portrait speaks no riddle,
falsehood finds no home outside the frame
nor inside the canvas,
impostering is a function of honesty
to charlatan & fool alike -
J.A.B.
Les fleurs, frissonnent et se fanent
et les feuilles brisées salissent la terre
tordu et froid - plane au rythme durent
comme des visages rompus, emprisonné d’une peinture
Et tes yeux noirs brûlent
comme le brouillard de ce soir
dans le ventre du chaudron ignoble
enlaidi par les marteaux de Hephaestus (le magnifique), qui serre
le charbon, qu'appelles-tu tes yeux - les diamants transpercent.
pick up the pen
or
pick up the can
they both
both
lead to
the same same same
p l a ce
BUT i listen to
my heart no not
in the way
you may
think
romantically
i'm talking
about the beat
how it's not
i n sync
with the
flow of the
stream that's next
to me and the honk
of geese unlike the
silent spiral of buzz
ards over me for i'm
in harm
ony with the
music of the
spheres but it's
my rythme that's
keep ing
me in
beat WITH years
doors knocking hugging
back slapping ocean wa
ves beating son's drums
doldrums mosquito hum
s some snores from nap
ping ping pong laughing
bouncing off a stage bo
oing audience demand i
ng what's real music to t
hem
old sewing machine
foot and finger
peddle mend
ing an old
time dew
rag mama
can't stop but
to wipe my brow
here comes another
rise
SUN
Nature will enlighten you on a range of topics. Never ignore that the earth and the wind both appreciate your naked feet and your hair. By Poet
Wake up, the winter wound melted away,
Once more, the blooms are enthusiastic.
The advent of spring heralds a bold stay,
Shout birds are making a thrilled somatic.
From the landscape raw pristine is sprouting,
Everything in riverscape should be green.
What a bright reason to receive a leave,
As a tribute to this stunning viewing.
Crisp nights and long days need shift of routine,
Snatch a deep breath of pure air, then reweave.
Confess again your grace and optimism,
The whole universe is filled with wonder.
Rise, disdain your worries and pessimism,
Clear your thoughts and foster a blithe stunner.
Simply focus on splendor and fairness,
Nature's symphony may also be heard.
Brighten your day, the warmth of the sunlight,
With pale clouds moving through azure grandness.
They rustle as leaves in the trees, green horde,
Birds hum their tunes and glide through the air sight.
The downpour has stopped, leaving the air clean,
While I lay on lawn, my breath is shallow.
Close and reveal my eyes, just to be seen,
Sense of being in a marooned hallow.
But the honey bees humming, brings heart's cheer,
As I release my soul, my sense grows free.
The scent of ebbing steps is a faint smell,
A lush, fresh breeze from a blooming tree, near.
Who could touch the wind sans felt its warm spree?
As you groove, you'll be lured in by its swell.
2TH PLACE CONTEST WINNER
Written: April 28, 2022
Form O- Ode- New poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Theme: Nature
Rythme pattern: ababcdecde fgfghijhij klklmnomno
Checked by: HMS.COM
Sacred devotions
Cherished from my heart
Stored deep within me
Filling the empty spaces
All that I care for
I hold tightly onto
As my heart throbs
To an soothing rythme
Ignored thoughts
Repeating in my mind
Warn me from falling
Into temptation coming
To change everything
So I must run from urges
Creeping in to taint my thoughts
To stain who I am
Stolen emotions
Erased from my soul
Taken away from me
Leaving absouluty nothing behind
Except faded traces
Of what is already gone
A soul no longer mine
To much pain otherwise
Lost innocence
Wasted from my youth
Thrown aside inside me
Abandoning all that I am
Like I never mattered
Replacement wasn't an option
A forgivenance to save
My innocence to far away to catch
Given questions
Unabled from my understandings
What's right or wrong in me
I can't find any answer
That can cure my disease
Of wicked intentions that is
Notions in question
To late to turn from
Careless senses
Grown numb from my touch
Still out of reach
Dropping what I loved
Hateing what I've become
Frozen in despair now
Paralized awareness I grasp
Ton always remain the one
That';s damaged and done
When the boys are out here partying
And the girls are on the dance floor dancing
Tables are full of liquor but I am sipping on water.
It's 4am, am silent.
I must be high.
When I write lines that don't rythme.
When I can't finish a piece on time.
When I am down, not even on talk time.
I hate to admit it.
But it's been a while, I am still patient.
I must be high.
It's my birthday, they got me a cake.
A surprise party that I can't take.
But this is life, it's just another check.
I am concerned but I have got to consent.
I must be high.
Trouble looms, it's dark in my home.
So I live like everyday is my last.
On the streets, my age ain't safe.
They shoot to kill, I am a suspect all day.
I hate to admit it.
I ain't free in my homeland.
I must be high.
I don't drink.
I don't smoke.
I flirt
I lie.
I am consistent.
I am a trouble causer.
I must be high.
I must be high.
I must be high.
I am high on life.
Lithely moving
they cross the dance floor in swirls
their feet barely touching the ground
as they spin in perfect rythme around
smiles light their faces
as he dips her to the floor
and up again
into a waltz in breathtaking time
so skilled are they you think that they simply float
until their perfect moment comes all undone
by another couple who are having fun
as they cavort around the ballroom floor
it doesn't get any better than this
they think
as they see the other couple walk out the door-
fractured inklings of why this could be
haunts the couple that lost the contest
and they wondered why me?
They had practiced and practiced for this very dance
a dance that drew parallel lines to the couples romance
each step
each hand hold
practiced till they had fabulous timing
but now they were suddenly
adept at pining...
never mind
never mind
we will rise again
and this time we will make it the tango
aware of where we place our steps
perfect and precise
neat and free
holding our boundaries
from the others that be.
deep in the shadows of my tired mind
down into the shallows of my pain
I look into the Misty depths
And see i remain in Chains
my soul stands at the window
and the images I see won't pass
the visions I've seen linger
and has carved a nitch of darkness
in my heart
I placed my hand upon the mirror
and felt the touch of pain
through the glass
the sensation of bitter suffering
burned my flesh
a low raspy whisper or hum
is heard in the rythme
of such a sorrowful melody
I paused and realized
it was my own cries I heard
I tried to pull away
but I've already imprinted
my soul with damage
draining the life right out of me
my head hurts as it pounds
at my temples
I'm so tired now
but fear keeps me awake
Only in precocious can it be this way,
facing the hardship of life everyday.
My family and friends had kicked me out,
cause they didn't understand what my life is about.
A swagger like style with a rythme so unique,
i approached a stage and dared anyone to compete;
after time went by i was the man of the streets.
I went back to my hood to let them see what i became,
flashing my doe and bloating my fame.
Their was none standing to put me down,
the crowd got larger as they gathered around.
I showed the people that was no shame,
as i quoted the words from the lords holy name.
You just call on me brother,
when you need a hand.
We all need somebody to lean on.
Lean on me when your not strong,
and i will be your friend to help you carry on.
Struggle is a rythme we dance to
Never be a pushover they run through
Rather be a protector they run to
You've got to be strong to move mountains
Be strong enough to worth something
Live will leave no handouts
Better snatch yours and run out.
El ritmo de mi corazon
Follows the beat of the music that hums in the town
La musica of regeton and salsa
Flows through the wind as my body is compelled to listen
Merchants selling fresh produce
El tortillero on his bikes chimes his bell through the neighborhood
Kids playing futbol, wanting to be el next Pele
El ritmo de mi corazon esta aqui
An eerie silence rips thriugh the air
Ss fear consumes all rythme
All joy
All noise
La mara, La mara
I hear throughout the streets
The gang comes and strikes at my people
They are ruthless and merciless
La mara mata
I see as they burst through doors and take a girl from a family
How they went through houses killing people
I hear how a single bullet can fly overhead and inflict the same pain as a funeral
They entered my house and grabbed mi mama
Mi alma
I could only watch as she defended her house
And then they beat her before dragging her outside to the streets
And then they shot her
Mi alma, mi ritmo se fue
She told me to run so I can be safe
But no where is home without her
They took everything
When some of us made nothing
They treated us like animales
Como perrors cayejeros
So i left to find refugee
A cruel dessert lay overhead
But I could her on the other side of the frontera
El ritmo comenco a sonar
Encontarer mi ritmo