Best Seeth Poems
I can't believeth all the things I seeth:
the streets with such strange vehicles which wend
their way so apace liketh those gents fleeth
as metal lions. Nev'r has't i penn'd
a sonnet on such vehicles and highways.
Nev'r has't i hath felt so unbelieving.
I might not but tryeth to traveleth all byways.
Above me in the sky, huge birds art leaving.
Of metal too art those gents, which art of charm.
Oh, mine own, the females showeth their flesh,
and how the men art causes me alarm.
And lo, the air! How can the folks refresh?
Tall buildings, so few farms, and such big towns.
So crazy art the folks h're and their sounds!
Jan. 21, 2023 for Anoucheka Gangabissoon's Shakespeare in 2023 Contest
Translated into Shakespearean English
using English to Shakespearean Translator - LingoJam
(I can't be sure that it's exactly right, but I am hoping this is how they actually talked in those times. To understand my poem better, you can go to Lingojam and just reverse the process translating Shakespearean English back into Modern English!)
Categories:
seeth, poets,
Form:
Sonnet
Facing a street kid pleading for bread, I was gripped with mixed feelings, especially that I had in my possession purchased goods for our orphanage from a grocery with this label: “the good life you can afford.” Oh, the social worker in me could not escape being confronted with this question: “Why does a child have to beg for a basic necessity... when it can be afforded?” By God’s grace, I have settled myself with the answer while fulfilling my commitment.
emotions clashing
grieved midst reality angst~~~
still love* and care reign
* 1John 3:17 But whoso hath this world's good, and seeth his brother have need, and shutteth up his bowels of compassion from him, how dwelleth the love of God in him?
April 17, 2021
2nd place, "Moments Of Reflections - Haibun" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Malabika Ray Choudhury; judged on 5/11/2021.
Categories:
seeth, blessing, christian, devotion, faith,
Form:
Haibun
(22) And the pangs of childbirth drove her unto the trunk of the palm-tree. She said: Oh, would that I had died ere this and had become a thing of naught, forgotten! (23) Then (one) cried unto her from below her, saying: Grieve not! Thy Lord hath placed a rivulet beneath thee, (24) And shake the trunk of the palm-tree toward thee, thou wilt cause ripe dates to fall upon thee. (25) So eat and drink and be consoled. And if thou meetest any mortal, say: Lo! I have vowed a fast unto the Beneficent, and may not speak this day to any mortal. (26) Then she brought him to her own folk, carrying him. They said: O Mary! Thou hast come with an amazing thing. (27) O sister of Aaron! Thy father was not a wicked man nor was thy mother a harlot. (28) Then she pointed to him. They said: How can we talk to one who is in the cradle, a young boy? (29) He spake: Lo! I am the slave of Allah. He hath given me the Scripture and hath appointed me a Prophet, (30) And hath made me blessed wheresoever I may be, and hath enjoined upon me prayer and almsgiving so long as I remain alive, (31) And (hath made me) dutiful toward her who bore me, and hath not made me arrogant, unblest. (32) Peace on me the day I was born, and the day I die, and the day I shall be raised alive! (33) Such was Jesus, son of Mary: (this is) a statement of the truth concerning which they doubt. (34) It befitteth not (the Majesty of) Allah that He should take unto Himself a son. Glory be to Him! When He decreeth a thing, He saith unto it only: Be! and it is. (35) And lo! Allah is my Lord and your Lord. So serve Him. That is the right path. (36)The sects among them differ: but woe unto the disbelievers from the meeting of an awful Day. (37) How well they hear and see and hear them on the Day they come unto Us! yet the evil-doers are to-day in error manifest. (38) And warn them of the Day of anguish when the case hath been decided. Now they are in a state of carelessness, and they believe not. (39) Lo! We Only, We inherit the earth and all who are thereon, and unto Us they are returned. (40) And make mention (O Muhammad) in the Scripture of Abraham. Lo! he was a saint, a prophet. (41)When he said unto his father: O my father! Why worshippest thou that which heareth not nor seeth, nor can in aught avail thee?
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Categories:
seeth, hope, religion, religious, day,
Form:
Verse
That ‘Altruism’—
It’s so hard to live up to;
No recognition!\
Altruism: Unselfish regard for or devotion to the welfare of others; feelings and behavior that show a desire to help other people and a lack of selfishness.
Matthew Chap 6 verses 1-6 (King James Version)
1 Take heed that ye do not your alms before men, to be seen of them: otherwise ye have no reward of your Father which is in heaven.
2 Therefore when thou doest thine alms, do not sound a trumpet before thee, as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and in the streets, that they may have glory of men. Verily I say unto you, They have their reward.
3 But when thou doest alms, let not thy left hand know what thy right hand doeth:
4 That thine alms may be in secret: and thy Father which seeth in secret Himself shall reward thee openly.
5 And when thou prayest, thou shalt not be as the hypocrites are: for they love to pray standing in the synagogues and in the corners of the streets, that they may be seen of men. Verily I say unto you, They have their reward.
6 But thou, when thou prayest, enter into thy closet, and when thou hast shut thy door, pray to thy Father which is in secret; and thy Father which seeth in secret shall reward thee openly.
Categories:
seeth, bible, blessing, character, christian,
Form:
Senryu
Art thou my one true love?
Then let our hearts entwine;
allow our souls to dance at will
and I shall call thee mine.
I claim thee as my only one,
thou knowest this is sure,
my heart hath finally found a home,
my love for thee is pure.
Tell me dost thy heart exist
to beat with mine forever,
and through the years that yet to cometh
will our souls still dance together?
Will our lips still grace a kiss
when age hath left its mark,
and will thy love still hold a flame
like a candle in the dark?
When time dost sap our vital force
thy love I'll still behold,
for I shall seeth in thine eyes
a love still young and bold.
Categories:
seeth, love, dance, heart, dance,
Form:
Quatrain
Claiming Almighty’s favor and His grace
My heart does abide in God’s special place
Where wondrous divine quietude prevails
As faith beholds what miracle entails.
Planned events, though scheduled responsibly
Sometimes are altered very suddenly
Causing despair-angst, confronting my role
Yet tranquil nook welcomes and comforts soul.
When preparation glitches create frown
Bringing distress from the toes toward crown
My frustration pain pressures escalate
Propelling me for prayer altar date.
Super health conscious --- that’s me, I confess
Treating self-welfare with gentle duress
Thus, in getting sick, my body seeks rest
For solitude, replenishing work’s zest.
In being busy midst tasks to fulfill
Adrenalin keeps ascending uphill
I safely hide in fortress that’s peaceful
Secured by the great Lord Who is faithful.
Gripped with warm presence of Christ’s radiance
And the Holy Ghost’s sweet caring guidance
I’m preserved, upheld --- indeed, protected
Joyous, thankful --- sublimely elated.
Reading while meditating the Scriptures
Midst tranquil haven for trust-adventures
I’m taught by the Lord as His studious child
Learning with guided steps, prudently styled.
In my prayer closet, indeed serene
My Saviour meets me, showing glorious scene
Marked by hope, mercy, forgiveness’ bounty
There I bask upon blest truth’s certainty.
* Matthew 6:6 - But thou, when thou prayest, enter into thy closet, and when thou hast shut thy door, pray to thy Father which is in secret; and thy Father which seeth in secret shall reward thee openly.
Dramatic Monologue in Quatrain
July 20, 2022
Honorable Mention, "YOU CHOOSE" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/14/2023
Categories:
seeth, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Pure filth in the sick terrain of disease
amoeba,bacteria gnawing on carrion putrid
smelling awful the fetid wafts captured noses
puissance in resistance aided by gear little
toll was heavy like a hammer of God.
Sins overgrew like wild moss the citylines
many had looted gravely many others of toe to hairs
yet others had ditched several in rat holes of despair
raped with fierceness so brute that victim felt killed for years
purloined so skillfully, that heist remained unknown to official years
killed and tilled the intestines of many
they were lying in river bed fanny
earning dough was a zero sum game
they erased yours and put their name
living on the margin like a zombie dead
did you have the courage left that you always had.
Cycle had moved a round and done turnabout
earth shook and took all it could get
nature was shaking the societal glass
where scum had gathered thick at bottom
as it threatened to have the pure also pretty rotten
quaking in anger and seeth the plates moved and moved
the evil empires were down and razed, seeking insurance claims
they had to build again the regimes ,ugly and bad
good guys got a deal out of destruction and death
as they went about collecting the carcasses of all
You heard them mumble in bated breath toll:
Pure filth in the sick terrain of disease
amoeba,bacteria gnawing on carrion putrid
smelling awful the fetid wafts captured noses
puissance in resistance aided by gear little
toll was heavy like a hammer of God.
TV channel shutter bags clicked mad......the quake tragedy ..nobody bothered to check the
social and criminal background of those dead....vis a vis their real activities-which were
largely unknown ,anyways!
Categories:
seeth, lifesick,
Form:
Free verse
he waits in the eaves
for his nameth to be call'd,
summon'd by those more selfish than he coulds't ever fathom.
he harks to their sorrows
and grants naught but kind words-
courageous and fill'd with everlasting grace.
he dost not tireth
despite the yearning
inside his soul.
through't all
nobody wond'rs how he's learn'd just the right things to sayeth,
to the cutter-
the drinker-
the loneliest forgott'n.
nobody sees beyond his façade of impl'ring inspiration.
but-
'tis those who hath tast'd sorrow,
commun'd with it,
accept'd it,
embrac'd its bitter agonies-
that smile the brightest,
p'rhaps, to mask any cracks.
oh-
he'll say he doth not mind.
but within, he screams f'r help,
as he fights demons that hast
poison'd his past
and stripp'd his desires.
and yet,
he will nev'r stop his pl'ght.
despite discrimination of the mind,
the haunt'd ghosts,
and ev'ry single letd'wn-
he pushes through life
and can't stop w'ndering
how easy-
'twould be-
to turn an accid'nt
deadly and fatal.
he doth not seeth that the things he speaketh art f'r him besides.
-and he is w'rth so much m're to me.
I am charg'd as guilty
of taking advantage
at my l'west-
but 'tis nay excuse
for the h'ly invalidation
of creature as p're as he.
anon, I lie awake,
imagining how he waits to be us'd again.
'tis sickens me.
I h'pe he will be selfish 'ne day-
and the drops of sorrow he shedeth
'twill be abs'nt for the m'rtals
he seeks to comf'rt,
and instead-
be f'r the angel-
who casteth aside his wings
to saveth a lost soul
liketh me.
Categories:
seeth, angel, depression, forgiveness, how
Form:
Free verse
It was on my way home from school
From the trail on the hill
High, overlooking the school's baseball field
Where I could never hope to play..
I stood awhile to watch
my brother on the pitcher's mound...
With profound, tangible, and tom-girl attitude
I looked on, with green-eyed envy
It was then I caught my first glimpse of you
Huddled and alone in the drainage ditch
among the sodden seeth of leaves
I turned quickly....afraid you might take a bite
from the heel of my magic Keds
that could sweep my feet away like wings of a hawk...
Instead..like lightning...you were beside me...
Tail wagging, as if we were meant to be...side by side...
Two of us sprinting over the stretch of road
Feet scarcely touching the ground...lickety split....
Down the hill, around the bend...across the nettled field that took me home
Of course...it took a bit of convincing...
Begging, pleading, cajoling,
Offers of impossible and implausable promises...
But YES! I was allowed to keep you!
You were MINE!! I named you 'Ditch Digger'....
Never was I happier!!....
And even better...
was the simple fact...
that for the first time....
my brother looked on with green eyed-envy........
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Categories:
seeth, brother,
Form:
Narrative
PEACE WORTH SPEAKS
My brother-friend tried me
So much that i have to push the wall close to the fence
There my enemy saw me and the way i push
He smiled recklessly in mourning
Inside his mind his words speaks loud
How i wish the wall he push will fall the fence he protects
But the tried of a brother-friend
Made me know no wall or regard those fences
Little the efforts of the fence presses
As it pushes hard some messages
Millions of years you built this unique strong fence
You gave all against life for the fence
But lo and behold, you are damning nothing
Worth the fence to spoil the fence
I never knew you have this strength to push the wall
We could have built stronger fence in this fence
We could have made our strong hold stronger with higher hold
And made it a bit beautiful for the world to see
But to me the war has been decided
I will tell him my other coin of peace
For peace he taught he knew but i know more
It is not the peace that coin all time
And peace i know at this time is not resolution
But telling him that no one touches the scorpion tail
Without a stinky bite from the tail
Yea, i am happy he felt my bite
Oh, i have spoilt the fence by falling it down
It now has dawn on me
That i am no longer protected
For i have made more enemies see my weak point
I have sold my cover
The world now know who i am
Where i hide my strength
The store house of my weakness
As i long and desired to built back the fence
Even if it will no longer be the unique strong fence
But let me at least cover my nakedness
And the harm is been done
How i wish i know thee peace
How i wish i held thee oh peace
How i wish i understand thee before i did thee
For anger is worth deadly but not in peace
For peace protects, yet he calleth me in gentility
To wisdom out the value of its components, its doing
The future of what no man seeth
Categories:
seeth, war, me, world, peace,
Form:
Epic
Do you ever lie down in grass and gaze,
pretend no duties call and let mind float,
play which knight wins the furious battle
somewhere in the wisps above daylong haze?
A lizard morphs into war time schooner.
Raise those sails! Ready the scope! Man the wheel!
Take a journey crossing perilous seas--
with dragons rising from deep and horror
creatures lurch from Sargasso and bare teeth.
It fades before the appearance of Fido.
Floppy ears turn pointy mouse or scholar.
Few adventures require battles that seeth.
Mind or heat can equally turn so tragic
or fun filled when elves spiral down slides
or angels hop cloud to cloud, bring fire
to sky ablaze with pink, gold, pelagic
and hope rests in rising billow's spark
lightning, rainfall, nourish of tomorrow.
Dream is a need we must cause to flower--
decorate minds and our chummy wood ark.
So tell me truly, tell well what anew beams
think hearty, think faulty but do reveal
do you ever lie down in grass, gaze, for
on a passing cloud there floats brave new dreams.
9/12/2018
Categories:
seeth, dream, fantasy, imagination,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
I know of no man who would love me like you do,
Spending each precious second watching what I do
I know no person as honest as You,
telling me the truth not what I wish to hear
I know no judge as just as You,
giving each the fruit worthy of their plantation
I know no father as committed as You,
providing for my every need without complaint
I know no healer quite like you,
making that which man seeth impossible disappear
I know no friend as honourable as You,
at my side through each upcoming dilemma
I know of no family as reliable as You,
for Your hospitality will never reach an expiry date
I know of no ruler more worthy than You,
solving each and every crises without pay
I know no designer as talented as You,
creative and efficient in all You do
I know no greater love than that I have for You,
For 'though things may change, never will You
Categories:
seeth, faithlove, me,
Form:
Lyric
En-route Onikan Stadium
I had evaporated from
My abode in Samonda
Only to condense in Iwo road.
There I saw them begging
One barely leaves before
Another jumps on us
They were beggars of the Niger-Area.
Behold !an old haggard
Tattered looking woman,
Muttering some prayers
Only to her very self,
Cowries she needed.
Then comes another man
Clad in all white attire,
Making incantations through
His chimney-like look.
He shakes his head chanting
Some rehearsed -versed prayers
Meant for us passengers
In all, cowries he demanded.
Appears another blind man
With a kid directing his three legs
The first leg he points to pave way
For the other two legs
For he seeth no more
Cowries they needed too.
Two kids looking rumpled
Their mother tailing from afar
They are from a lake called Chad
The Chadian kids chanting,
Singing in aYoruba language
Their Yoruba pronunciation brings
Passenger’s teeth out impromptu.
Only then and there,
They got attention more
Cowries they had more than others.
More came till I lost count of them
For three scores of a minute
Beggars came begging for cowries ,
Poverty hovers round them
Wretchedness consume their look
Like a Vulture that is about
Being starved to death.
They are all indeed wretched of
The Earth on our own Earth.
The driver fired the engine
Still lost in my thought
About the begging beggars.
I looked through the windows
Only to find more beggars in Lagos
Cowries, they all needed.
Are we not all beggars in this land?
Begging for food , water, shelter ,air . . .
Killing ourselves for crumbs from their table
Even amidst plenty
They have made us empty
They are Gold- Diggers of our wealth.
For how long would we beg?
Can we ever stop begging?
Can we ever exist without begging?
Were we born to beg?
I said to myself “ No”.
We are not destined to beg
We are only made to beg
To suit their whims and caprices
But our desperation to get to the
Destination of our dream land
Lies with the destiny in our hands.
Alayande Stephen. T
February 11th, 2006
11.35am
A true life story.
On my way to Onikan stadium in Lagos
For NANS Zone D Convention .It all happened
Between Iwo Road and Lagos.
Categories:
seeth, angst, black african american,
Form:
Unmeasurable tended act,illegal
part of time,the less-beaut part of
life,stilless storms in every form.
They set the course,the beaute
rot they want,but above all seeth
thee in heart slayed shape......
Categories:
seeth, freedom
Form:
ABC
It's another Monday!
It's another day
Another golden day
Setting out before the rays
Whether it's rains or not
Its a day to work for means
And not just another day
But a Monday for a new week
Waking up, I am not weak
Let us stand to rule our world
To go work and lazy not
Its another Monday
To toil for money
Workers hasting up to work
Students hasting up to class
Its a Monday, another chance
All the roads busy with legs
As people rush down to work
Today, blessings come
Nature rewards the faithful ones
Standing up to their tasks
Only the lazy on their beds still lay
Going through the holy book
All was asked to toil and work
Saying seeth thou a man
That is diligent at his work
He shall stand before king
And not before the mean men
It is another Monday
All my wrongs I will trace
All my case to God, presents
For him to direct my steps
If by grace u see today
Don't just lay and sleep some more
Run to work and don't be late
If you have some books to read
Or some lectures, you need attend
Don't ever leave a stone unturned
Its another Monday dear friends
Get up to renew your strength
Work well and lazy not
All your works, God reward
Pray to him as an humble child
And he will all your burdens bear
Congrats to those that see today
And to God only be praise
Not by power or our strength
By his grace , everyday live.
Faniyi James is a writer, a poet and a career trainer. Mr. Legend says happy Monday, happy new week.
Categories:
seeth, analogy,
Form:
Free verse