Best Scales Poems
Going inward
Receiving moments of grace
While time unfolds
Touching your heart with my breath
An expansion
Doorways to enter
Each gift revealed through my willingness
Vulnerability my partner
Coaxing me towards unimagined pleasure and pain
Letting my mind expand
Memories of days
Exploring and discovering
Baiting my first hook
My Father’s deep voice guiding me
Watching his strong hands
Red wigglers in dirt
Alive in a styrofoam cup
We bait our hooks together
Plunge our fishing poles into the pond
A silent communication
Connection shared
Anticipation
Sunlight dancing off the ripples
A moment I carry with me now
Always grateful for my
Depth of consciousness
Inhaling, I travel through time
Naked, I make my way through
Beckoning aqua kissed waters
I look ahead and swim
Allowing sunrays to bathe my body in their warmth
Marbled hues sing out
Bubbles rise
Shadows and sunbeams in a lover’s embrace
I perform a weightless somersault
Smiling in delight as I catch glimpses
Of the watery kingdom encompassing me
Vowing to keep this sacred moment
Alive in my soul forever
From behind a towering coral
You appear
My royal rainbow Parrotfish
Who I have dreamed of
For an eternity
Come to me dear one
Show me your tapestry of glittering scales
Allow me to touch your soft skin
So I may delight in the magic
Of all that you are
Let us glide through the
Nuanced waters of life
Let us experience all the shades
Of dark and light as one
Fill our souls with laughter and love
Let’s ride these undulating tides with kindness
Touching the hearts of others
Joining hands with those in need
Creating an arena
Where all will be heard
Swim with me now
Let’s journey forth
Together my love
4/16/2023
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE no 1208
Poetry Contest
Sponsor:Brian Strand
SECOND PLACE
Do not let the ray of his meek sun fa me shines alone So
Seek O, the favor of the Creator on his templed throne, eke
Favors of mercy Lattitudes of grace; lo the patient Savior’s
Heart pines through tedious days for us, rich joys to impart.
Do seek tenaciously lakes solacing familiar pains. Meander
In his goodness, his ray of peace shines for you. Flee the sin
Shackling us to self-delusions of pride. A doe may blunder
Before the hunter’s scope, but mercy renders a shift of wind
Raining reason not inborn, meaning for praise fore fallacious
Certainty of some evil heart. No weapon formed against you
Shall prosper. Lark the sky with praise, team hearts O to do
His will and sing: Doh te la so fa me ra doh, O Lord I am all
Prepared thy will know; through my night let bright rays fall.
Here me call when I groan: do ra me fa so la te do ... let me
Feel thy lattitudes of grace bringing me in embrace on my knee.
CONQUERING THE BLIND SCALES OF PATRIARCHY
Crystal cold are the pupils of some men
staring red to jailed porcelain dolls skin
dowered for the title of chastity,
your curves, your swell, they treated like machines.
You can be the light midst darkness, woman
yet why they see your body as gold mines,
your face displays no favor from their sight.
Fruits of labor you bring harvest nothing
your virginal flesh dead ere blossoming
suspended by sharp claws of ignorance?
Aged with grief but rising from conquered fears,
woman today shake white-walled home of kings
to trumpet-loud the darkness in her feet...
Wounded is her heart but still she will stand,
her message free flying high without wings
She will fight even with the threats of death
balancing blind scales of patriarchy,
Fears foregone, her bravery stifling pain,
peace and justice, equality to all
the rights for women her ever after toil!
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Patriarchy - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Name - Thomas Martin
~~Placed 1st~~~
Olive Eloisa Guillermo
10:41 pm, July 16, 2015
Soros with his little pet crusty the clown caught red nosed
our country needs a king with a backbone to defend certain rights
not this weak minded fool who shakes hands with the devil himself
on earth a liberal puppet who agrees with killing children firstly
has little value under such a crown lacks deep compassion
with backwards peddling sacrifice promoting bloodshed
no true nature that supports life for all it's faults
where history will condemn this act of treason
overturning what is right and just law bares equal measures
If you desire your friendships to be only "Top Shelf",
Don't expect things of others you don't ask of yourself ...
Relationships that last - where time stands the test,
Travel rivers of respect that flow east AND west ...
Most folks don't mind doing what you ask them to do,
As long as it's something that you'd ask of YOU ...
The sure way of knowing that there's no disconnect,
Is to make sure you're allowing for bilateral respect ...
For when you give others the deference they've earned,
It's a pretty good gamble that you'll rarely get burned ...
But even when you DO, the good karma is yours,
So say your farewells ... and sail for friendlier shores!
~ 6th Place ~ in the "New Poems Only - 2 Friendship" Poetry Contest, Emile Pinet, Sponsor.
It twas dark, a hen's night
stillness abandoned the fright
knocks echoed freely
and here her presence was felt
Chimera fragments an innate realm
unbeknownst reasons dare overwhelm
A shoulder-companion gone lain
unearthed my being hath slain
seams seared and baked
rivers red hot, unadultered she knelt
twilight's heightened bell
barriers bedlam befell
curvaceous moons slipped
Chamber's dust filled out the old
breaths breathing in air gone cold
pumps pursed off dire angelic lips
breading beats inner anguish shuned
Light lingers in parchement craved
digging deep past stones well paved
Pebbled path's overgrowth graves utter grief
sight lines demanded fall with Autumn's leaf
promise skips 'cross a barren pond
a flight trapped pain comes undone
marched beats humble
vagabond makings tumble
hearts welcomed home
Released the wilderness calls
blessed respite guides the walls
yellow splays the morning
balance tips the scales
a mouse freely frolics
in the sunny meadow;
as 'neath the grass slithers,
a silent, patient shadow;
a short, smothered squeak,
then a stiffled struggling;
flowers flirt with the breeze
with nary an inkling!
then a brown feathery blur
plummets from the clear sky
with razor-sharp talons,
whipping wings, cruel cry;
rips the serpentine shape
with its cold, crooked beak,
then flies off, feeds the young
nestled high at the peak!
I wish that I could see the scales
that measure each centuries worth
and determine just what it takes
to cause their rise and fall.
Is it wasted lives versus those fulfilled?
Is is senseless bloodshed opposed to those that survived?
Is it the level of justice that prevailed in a hundred years?
Can one or two persons of zealous charity balance the rest of us?
Does the blood of principled martyrs count for much in the mix?
I look at America's last century and wonder of it's relative worth.
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frosted mustaches----
ICE blanketing miles of lake
drilling fishing holes
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Fin, a comical inventor of renown,
Latest invention had caused such a frown,
His talking chemist scale
Made many people turn pale,
Just after putting their coin down.
"Don't park your semi-trailer here,"
"Is someone helping carry your rear?"
"Lay off the donuts,"
"Am I weighing two guts?"
The chemist made the machine disappear.
The Bathroom Scales
By Elton Camp
There they are, just daring us to step on
And see which way our weight has gone
The bathroom mirror shows the sad fact
But the authority of a read-out it does lack
And while in there we are entirely out of luck
Ten pounds for clothing cannot try to deduct
But we can still imagine there’s some defect
That what the scales say is not really correct
Finally we step on, dreading how they may read
And, sure enough, it isn’t what we hope or need
So, we resolve that much harder we will try it
And this time we will carefully follow our diet
But until we have enough time to lose some weight
It’s better to put the scales in the garage in a crate
A fresh cream doughnut
Oozing raspberry jam, sweet
Sticky yummy, more
the scale is stuck
it won't go up
and, worse, it won't go down
so here I stand
towel in hand
fat and sporting a frown
Blessed are curses as a path
to the riches in aftermath
before the bell tones at last
denying more while giving less
embraced by fools counting sins
there aren’t enough to contend
when the darkness felt within
consumes fair judgment for all men
the only saints that remain
are disguised in full regret
for the beasts that contrive
to enslave their lesser kind
animals that only know
troubles delivered by the gods
damnation sourced in mercy’s place
blessings lost on tilted scales.
DO is the mixture for my daily bread .
RE is the beam of sun , on my head .
MI , well ! I'm Seán and I write the odd poem .
FA..ther ,I am to our house and our home .
SO as I reap , those wild oats , long ago .
Lá is the Irish for day , as you know .
TI is my tipple , last thing at night .
High DO is the buzz , I get from this site ..
An attempt at Izzy's solfége contest ..