Best Set To Poems
A Poet's Dozen II-First Date
Sponsor: Silent One
She, The Young Rose Was Set To Bloom
young rose set to bloom
dawn's light awakens my soul
beauty in red shines
Her graceful dancing brought on great applause.
I was unworthy, bad temper the cause.
As her eyes spoke to my sad, longing heart,
Crystal palaces shattered within my soul.
Angel that once inspired great hope in me,
Her singing voice kissed my soul quite divine,
In my heart, Heaven then lifted the sea,
Spirit said walk away, she is too fine,
Decades shall pass, before you find sunshine.
Date Written: December 28th, 2015
One modern Haiku: 3 lines: Syllables 5,7,5
A couplet: 2 lines, 10-10
Free verse: 2 lines, 10-10
English Quintain: 5 lines:
Rhyming scheme ababb
Syllables Per Line:10 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables:50
4th place....
Read with image at my blog: purelandsutras.wordpress.com
Night’s shadow lours upon the world
And the streets are silent like the
Netherworld—without a single
Morning soul to be seen or heard.
But amidst the dimness is a lone
Lit nest serving toffee flavored coffee,
And as the jukebox sings “Do I Worry” ,
Wistful nighthawks gather to ponder
From midnight to twilight, minding
Only their lonely aloof thoughts,
And to be adrift in surreal reverie,
During this moonlit lull when the
Sun shines bright but in dreamworld.
Note: Do I Worry is an Ink Spots song.
Poem released into Public Domain
There was a time so carefree we were.
Time we had more than enough!
A blue sky meant a sunny day.
Our eyes with merry would dance
Thinking of another day in a cave;
A fascinating world compared
To the insipid one we lived.
There was a time so carefree we were.
Time we had more than enough!
A team of young spirited we were
Roam and explore deeper the
Womb of Mother Nature, we dare.
Our first project we mounted
Which “Save the caves” we called.
There was a time so carefree we were.
Time we had more than enough!
First time my knees were jelly,
On sight of a dark gaping mouth
Waiting in the bush to engulf life.
Turned back I did to run as fast.
But mates pulled me back, by force.
There was a time so carefree we were.
Time we had more than enough!
Romance in the air, stories got weaved;
Studying life of cave swiftlet was it,
Identifying fauna and flora was it,
Paint flowed, guitars vibrated, cameras clicked
Whilst meeting were some hearts in secret.
There was a time so carefree we were.
Time we had more than enough!
The dark deep tunnel getting darker
And the mud stickier; all excited we were.
Droplets, ice cold, poked our faces
From fissures in rocky roof, craftwork
Of nature’s carvers; fascinated we gazed.
There was a time so carefree we were.
Time we had more than enough!
The caves’ beauty we set to restore;
Scraps in loads we met, grotesque
Craftwork of human; underground water
We met, smelling of chemical pungent.
Awaken did we, the sleeping authorities.
One day our mission was accomplished
And the caves found back their beauty.
5/08/16
Contest: Caves
(We worked on "Saves the caves" project in 1992 and were offered a shield in recognition - I dedicate this poem to all friends who made it a success)
A blue pen, on a white page.
With red and light blue lines,
Three holes and “fuzzies.”
The story of my life.
The story that begins with, and ends with,
Tears.
The story that is filled with pain,
Hatred, love, romance, abstinence...
Laughter, sadness, heroism, and helplessness.
The story that has only just begun.
Who knows where my life will take me?
New places, experiences, and emotions.
But should I rather say “new to me”?
My predecessors have long known these things,
But will not give me the knowledge of success.
Only hope, courage, and inspiration.
The hope to find a path of my own.
The courage to follow it, and
The inspiration to pass it to others.
Why? Succession.. In this life, is from within yourself.
No one can ruin your life,
Lest you be silly putty or Play-doh.
Impressionably, controllable, weak.
I am not molding clay; I am stone.
You, nor anyone else will ever control me.
I am my own, and no one shall ever surpress,
The person I am becoming.
No one shall dare to alter,
The story of my life.
FIRST CORINTHIANS ONE THIRTEEN SET TO POETRY
If everyone on earth understood what I was saying but I didn't love others as well
then i'd most probably spend eternity in hell
if I was a prognosticator and could tell everyone everything but didn't love my brothers what would I be
I would be a charlatan denying Calvary and Christianity
if I had that mustard seed of faith and could move mountains with my stare
I would have no love, no belief and would not care
for I would mean nothing to anyone on earth
and every sin would lower my worth
if I were willing to give everything to the poor, the smart and the not so clever
if I didn't care about humanity I would be of no use whatsoever
now let us discuss the theory of love
the kind of love that comes from above
love, of late, has been on my mind
and I realize love is patient and kind
in my way of thinking jealousy and pride do not enter the equation
love never rejoices in injustice and tries in all ways to pass on a righteous education
I beg my brothers to give my way of thinking a chance
because love for mankind stays stalwart throughout every circumstance
every man will have a prophecy and a testimony to declare
for love is humble and never prejudiced but in the end these gifts will disappear
here's the thing, when I was a child I played with toys
and received a thousand smiles, laughter and ten thousand joys
but then adolescence entered the picture and my toys had to be put away
i'll always remember the hurtfulness of a most sorrowful day
but suddenly, sans toys, I was able to see with clarity
and nothing in The Bible could succumb to disparity
everything I know now is partial and i'll tell you how
because eventually I will know everything the way God knows me now
© 2012...copyright PHREEPOETRY & some unknown scribes ~free cee!~
"Set To Sea"
No more rain that taste like tears...
Took my sorrows that I buried in years...
Placed them in a bottle and sent them to sea...
Hoping the tide will carry them far away from me...
Maybe to an island where other bottles hold the same..
A place where pain and sorrow is never a game...
Now the rain is just a cool reminder of a different time...
A refreshing drop of water that tastes only of happy signs.
So let it rain, I will lay under it and let it awake and inspire me...
So I can write and play and never dread the rain and thank the sea...
A little more insight to how I love and how I blow off steam....
I play with words and love others to read and follow my dreams...
by Michael J Falotico
FIRST CORINTHIANS ONE THIRTEEN SET TO POETRY
If everyone on earth understood what I was saying but I didn't love others as well
then i'd most probably spend eternity in hell
if I was a prognosticator and could tell everyone everything but didn't love my brothers what would I be
I would be a charlatan denying Calvary and Christianity
if I had that mustard seed of faith and could move mountains with my stare
I would have no love, no belief and would not care
for I would mean nothing to anyone on earth
and every sin would lower my worth
if I were willing to give everything to the poor, the smart and the not so clever
if I didn't care about humanity I would be of no use whatsoever
now let us discuss the theory of love
the kind of love that comes from above
love, of late, has been on my mind
and I realize love is patient and kind
in my way of thinking jealousy and pride do not enter the equation
love never rejoices in injustice and tries in all ways to pass on a righteous education
I beg my brothers to give my way of thinking a chance
because love for mankind stays stalwart throughout every circumstance
every man will have a prophecy and a testimony to declare
for love is humble and never prejudiced but in the end these gifts will disappear
here's the thing, when I was a child I played with toys
and received a thousand smiles, laughter and ten thousand joys
but then adolescence entered the picture and my toys had to be put away
i'll always remember the hurtfulness of a most sorrowful day
but suddenly, sans toys, I was able to see with clarity
and nothing in The Bible could succumb to disparity
everything I know now is partial and i'll tell you how
because eventually I will know everything the way God knows me now
© 2012...PHREEPOETRY & some unknown scribes ~free cee!~
Grumpy all the while
housing all the bile
building on hate pile
calling all vile
distanced by a mile
missing all the smile
hemmed in an isle
All set to derail.
if this is how I'm set to die
alone and in this room
id rather that you close the door
of this imposing tomb
I lay my head against the stone
and all throughout the tomb
I watch as I see images
of my impending doom
So there I try to close my eye
and covering the doom
I hear a soft voice in my ear
that whispers to me,- soon
and up above the voices speak
their lullabies all loom
and there above my head revealed
the angels in the room
No man nor beast can survive,
In a climate meant to deprive.
Barren of hope and loss of scope,
Where no one gets out alive.
Seeking a place to reside,
Full of contempt and pride.
You've followed a path, guided by wrath,
That destroys the goodness inside.
Lost in a forest of shame,
Looking for someone to blame.
Blinded by fears and drowning in tears,
Will mark the end of the game.
All that remains is a shell,
Now a prisoner bound in Hell.
The death of dreams and nightly screams,
Left alone in an empty cell.
Don't you know you hold the key,
And the will to set you free.
It starts today, once you say,
This isn't who I want to be.
Pale lingering light horizon to define
twilight's last vestige of mighty sun's shine
Moonlight shadows in star diamond sky
in night veiled moonlight go stealth passers-by
Whispering woods radiate foreboding dark night
this silent black void embraces sheer fright
Charcoal trees inky black invite abounds
nocturnal eyes prowl for prey with no sounds
Deserted paths pine in night's eerie dark
distant hill laments the scourged dog's bark
Temperature falls softly in mid-winters deep freeze
still the soul burns hot in nights chill cold air breeze
Amber glow to golden orb expectant sun's rise
gently moon and stars now hide in blue skies
Patiently waiting for nights darkness to appear
to once again play, when humans disappear
10/18/2020
Collaboration with the Silent One Poetry Contest
Collaboration Poem
Lingering light dwindles among the horizon
Twilight fades with a farewell from the sun
Shadows disappear as stars sprinkle the sky
with the moon illuminating those who walk by
Woods appear so much more ominous at night
silent blackness causing an overwhelming fright
Trees are like charcoal-inky blankets all around
as nocturnal animals hunt without making a sound
Country paths seem lifeless in eerie dark
occasionally disturbed by a guard dogs bark
Temperatures fall with the mid winter freeze
people feel the chill with the cold air breeze
Day light sneaks in as the sun begins to rise
the moon and stars hide away in disguise
Patiently waiting for the darkness to reappear
so they can play again, when humans disappear - Silent One 2015
Crippled
A blanket spread across this lonely land
Comfort for this desolate snow drift
But when peace is disrupted
The blanket shifted
And with the soothing kiss of time
The scar shall be brushed into the past
Then the fog would lazily settle
This detested sloth of nature
A spineless giant
A slave of gravity
With overgrown Wings of cob-web feathers
But when nearby leaves would rustle
A signal for the winds to roar by
To assault away this web of time
To force those wings to flutter
Raise this fog away from the beckoning earth
To soar into the skies
And nestle amongst the clouds
Thus the winds would fade
And looking down
This universal giver
Satisfied beyond metric measure
Gleaming with flaming pride
Beaming before the specters
Sending a showering presence of warmth
To complete the scene with its touch
The flowers set to bloom
Accomplished.
© Samir Georges
2008
For my mother
Gone we are this day you'll see ~
Off away to nether lands ~
Gone we are to sail with glee ~
Aboard her now a'come all hands ~
With them then such all sort stuff ~
Carried down to dock a'blow ~
Mate say now 'tis quite enough ~
That ye have we'll stow below ~
Sails await top yards hewn strong ~
Winds a'whistle 'round harbour's end ~
'Tis this journey shall be long ~
A'sea does now landsmen send ~
Maids ashore do tears so shed ~
Mates aboard stand fast all ~
Fear of ship or sea they dread ~
None may change sea siren call ~
Captain now come he aboard ~
Krewe now all with eyes ahead ~
Struts he now as noble lord ~
Wish now they this call had fled ~
With soften voice yet strength within ~
Captain hails his men below ~
Sail with me lads off to sin ~
Seas all seven we now go ~
Choice so made long before ~
Ship a'sea men a'shore ~
Dread naught but fancy free ~
Sailors all so set to sea ~
SeaWolf
©
Take me to the distant places
Take me far beyond the sky
To embrace the broad horizon
Where both my wings can fly
Take me to a place of courage
Far beyond a place of fear
To unfold my true formation
Sailing forth to seas sincere
Set to rise with true elation
Former thoughts to unlearn
To discover more within me
A desired truth to yearn
For the place I hold so dearest
Confirmation of a sign
To live my life on purpose
The opened door is mine
A time of bold decision
With discouragement aside
To a land of my victory
With my eyes kept on the prize
On the prize………….
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
The story of my life
Still in construction, still in progress
But I say to you now
It's a nightmare
It's a nightmare so last, so long
I dread for waking up
I'm afraid to wake up
My only comfort is sleep so I won't have to dream at all
I wish I could set my days to ashes
And set my nights
Like a scene from the Garden of Eden
Yet I'm 10 for 10 waiting in a 100 length line for a miracle
My hands, clenched, prepared to fight
Only no one's in sight
An empty corner accompanied by an empty audience
With a growing silence
When did this needle of lead become my lonesome companion
A freak-show contained in a cage by choke chain
When did that become me
How long has everyone been standing there
Pointing, laughing
The same length of time
The man on the moon has been serenading the sun to come Back by it's side
Earth...I despise you
Yet I can't escape you
I'm grounded, chained to you by my neck
So in pain I curse your name in every possible way
Shedding a drop of blood from my eye
In sorrow for the way...