Best Showcases Poems
When life becomes confusing,
my only saviour is my
simple musing.
Twilight shimmers in orange,
red clouds float above,
preparing for blood rain.
Lost to ponder,
I contemplate and wonder
why the symphonic sky
showcases shadows of ghosts
as a
susurration of sighs,
reflect sands of time,
like an unbalanced hourglass.
As words lose
innocent connotations
I find no use for speech.
I drift into my
silent reverie -
but release through poetry.
Wild fires no longer rage,
rain perishes like a drought,
but the smell of ash remains
who knows what winds may come and go
and what they will bring and take.
Motionless mind agrees to a ceasefire,
with my apprehensive heart.
Cumulonimbus clouds clear,
sky is like a fresh sapphire page.
Simple sun shines - scintillating,
illuminating an enchanting rainbow.
Horizons reflect like stained glass windows.
Path clears before me,
as I bask in the brisk breeze.
Refreshing wise winds soothe,
as zephyrs heal tender wounds.
I see smoky mountains up ahead,
but I believe I can conquer them
as pain is no longer my companion.
Sacred Lake Titicaca
High atop the Andes, between Bolivia and Peru,
sits the birthplace of the Incas, sacred Lake Titicaca.
A powerhouse of nature through and through,
it was created by the Inca god of the lake, Viracocha.
A treetop view showcases unique flora and fauna that abound,
from llamas to fresh water snails dozing in the sun;
rainbow trout and other colorful fish are found
as sunlight reflects golden on the lake’s horizon.
Flocks of snowy egrets among the rare totora reed
share this natural habitat with slate-gray Andean coots,
snowy egrets, and white-tufted grebes diving for feed,
while parrots scratch their heads perched on mangrove roots.
Sounds of nature overcome the silence of twilight,
as huge water frogs on lily pads croak their lullabies.
The black-crowned night heron forages in the dying light,
and gloomy catfish float underground for a tasty prize.
Incas believed that when their time on earth was done,
the mystical clear blue water was a portal to the stars,
and into the depths of Titicaca, their spirits would return,
to reunite with their gods and venerable ancestors.
05-25-2017
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Attitude determines our entire day.
Belief in a Higher Power eases the way.
Confidence is strength shining within.
Desire to do our best, is a sure win.
Empathy for others, showcases our soul.
Fortitude, never giving in, is our goal.
Gratitude is an auspicious habit to seek.
Haughtiness is a sure sign of the weak.
Intelligence, be so very glad we have it.
Joy in being alive, a great,blessed habit.
Kindness, yes, show it to one and to all.
Love, share it and have a ball!
Mellowness is a welcome call.
Neighborliness goes a very long way.
Overlooking flaws in others can make your day.
Participation is far better than holding back.
Quietness in tone, when we speak.
Reaching out and helping those who are weak!
Serenity is a key to happiness.
Tenderness, as soft as a teddy bear in the attic.
Understanding others as best we can
We are all part of the family of man.
Xenodochial, means being friendly to strangers.
Zany and fun filled, will keep your mind not
centered on danger.
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8/4/2022
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Mother’s love … beauty of great excellence
Virtuous midst legacy’s prevalence
The best of human’s care-superlative
Expressing sublime kind heart’s directive.
Mom’s warm, sweet caress --- graciously tender
Soothes child, whether victim or offender…
Her embrace, ensuring hugs’ approval
Turns failures into triumph-upheaval.
Mama’s voice, gentle with truth’s assertion
Calls for guilt-admission and confession
Smile from her lips showcases bliss-delight
Glowing along blessed serenity’s light.
Mother’s love: wondrous treasure to cherish
God's good gift*...as shared... does greatly flourish.
*James 1:17 Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning.
July 10, 2019
3rd place, "ILMO My Mom 06-24-29-08-04-09--90th Heavenly Birthday--The Most Beautiful Sonnet" Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsored by William Kekaula; judged on 8/12/2019.
Canvasing the world as we solder metal bandages to wooden wings
We attempt to cover pain by silencing what our scars sing
A noted tension with a vulnerable assist
Showcases hope and a life we refuse to resist
The porcelain skin that encompasses our ceramic hearts
Shatters with words, fragile from the start
We attempt to grow strong and bring misfortune to rest
Never acknowledging our torment in life’s daunting test
Powerful stances and barricaded walls
Provide the illusion of safety from the inevitable fall
We torture our minds with grace and self-worth
A future and freedom promised at birth
Together we provoke sanity and justifying results
But solely we fail due to committmentless faults
Pressure is applied for us all to do right
Causing the misery to show only at night
We lie restless, we toss, and we turn
Contemplating all failures and lessons we learn
Memories and dreams driven by desires and needs
Pose as the trough through which our fiction feeds
Obtaining the most out of life is what we all want
Hoping when we die it’s not viewed as a meaningless stunt
My eyes have keys.
My eyes have locks.
My keys don’t fit my locks.
Eyes are made to look out
So, only out I gazed, I sought.
Others’ eyes held their own locks,
A gallery, magnificent and varied.
In those foreign yet familiar clasps, my keys tarried,
Then with a bit of work, they married—
To treasure chests filled with grand memories
To chains tight and binding
To foggy rooms with dim outlines
To hope chests crammed with keepsake findings
To storage cabinets and their appliances
To showcases bright with earnings
To boxes of hats, masks, and glasses
To cages cold with yearnings
Countless lock types I’ve encountered and
Countless locks have crumbled.
But, behind my doors are mysteries
My locks still waiting to tumble.
Mama ate her collard greens with raw onions, pinching a
morsel of greens with sweet cornbread, as juicy pork
neckbones lay naked of meat.
The sweetness of life, like sweet Kool Aid fills our tummies,
while dishes await scrapes of scraps for the family pet; Tuffy.
A simpler time, when gas was priceless at $.75 a gallon-
and exhaust fumes were free.
Corner, Jewish owned stores amass nickels for pounds of salt
pork, fat-back and tabs for grits, Wonder Bread and sardines,
pennies for cookies, salted peanuts float atop RC Cola bottles,
while the neighbor; Miss Sally spits “bacca,” in a old tin can.
We sprint as Wilma Rudolph to tab a gallon of milk, after biting
a red pepper disguised as an ornament hanging from Daddy’s bush,
while I scratch melanin legs infested with sand-sores, from making
mud pies.
Strolls cross the railroad tracks on Saturdays offer rare window peeks,
as the Christmas parade showcases the only ***** High School
steppin high, erect and purposed, as integration passes the house.
Time creeps unaware of bigotry, racism, poverty and out-voted segregation.
Time welcomed newborns of newly born future stars shining dimly while
dressed in blackness to affirm cultural change.
In a land far far away.
Down by the sea.
Out near the caves.
There stood a giant.
And he was after me.
Only because he liked
the taste of human flesh.
I thought maybe I could reason
with this giant of a troll.
I tried to tell him I only came
for the sparkling glass.
It must have come from the sea
just for me.
For the sea is wise in the way it rolls.
To bring in these sparkling pebbles
just for me.
He replied, well, the mountains and
the hills must be wise to send you
" a human" down from the mountains.
Just for me.
11:30 AM 6/12/ 2015 Friday I wrote this down because of my 8yr old granddaughter. I ask her to tell me a story, She did And I told her this story. She said I should put it on my poetry page. Because they will like it. There is a beach in northern Calif. that sends the polished glass back onto the beach.
Huell Howser did the show for 18 seasons called California's Gold. It was on every Sunday. He passed away Jan 2013, now the show is called Rob ON The Road which also showcases Calif.
You should be rueful for the nature you hold…
Which seems now to be like impure gold…
It seems you are unmindful of the bond of chum…
Thought of your dumb mind left me numb…
Don’t see this in the mind’s eye as “Love in the Air”…
Because it’s just a pious link of friendship and Care…
It seems you are unmindful of the bond of chum…
Thought of your dumb mind left me numb…
Aren’t you fond of this friendship season…?
Stop making fuss outta this without any reason…
It seems you are unmindful of the bond of chum…
Thought of your dumb mind left me numb…
So many years of love and so many years of trust and bond…
What is wrong in hanging out with the chums “I fond”…?
It seems you are unmindful of the bond of chum…
Thought of your dumb mind left me numb…
I know you love, but you can’t always stand by as a guard…
I am now an adult and I know how to go beyond the yard…
It seems you are unmindful of the bond of chum…
Thought of your dumb mind left me numb…
I sense this is an art of an insecure connection….
It showcases the bond of our love as imperfection…
It seems you are unmindful of the bond of chum…
Thought of your dumb mind left me numb…
By Gautam
29th Oct 2015
Omnipresent, God is everywhere
midst vacuum and space, hiding nowhere
making His love well known anywhere...
reaching down to our hearts of best somewhere.
Omnipresent, God reveals His care…
by faith, we can see His divine stare
offering blest eternal welfare
that conquers uncertain future scare.
Omnipresent, God showcases light
as He created each ray that’s bright
allowing us to know truth and right…
confirmed by His peace of bliss delight.
Omnipresent, God says, “Here am I”…
by His grace, we can never deny
trusting the Spirit that does not lie
within bond of relationship-tie.
Omnipresent, God stays searchable
when we seek* Him while meek and humble…
He’s ready to meet us; He’s able
thus, for HIM, let’s be available.
*Psalm 69:32 The humble shall see this, and be glad: and your heart shall live that seek God.
Dramatic Monologue in Rhyme
August 26, 2022
6th place, "A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 9/1/2022.
“Never trust your life behind a cheap gun”
- Annie Oakley
Annie, has a heavy heart.
But also a light heart
one that shines in the sun.
and regardless light or dark,
Annie’s bright heart will spark
and spin out a round, whistling like a song being sung.
With only moments notice,
before most prepare to know it
She showcases its essence in one single sentence.
But a statement to render us speechless
Pierced as a whole.
All of us she reaches.
Standing there alone
with her gun.
She splits a playing card at 90 yards
without care.
Plugs a nickle in the middle
flipping through the air,
and with a single shot, puts out a candle flame
without disturbing wax a drop.
The hammer and trigger are stock,
and cherry is the handle.
Handmade, crafted, shaped
like herself, to perform in dust and rain.
Tooled as a saddle and Gold washed in a barrel.
But Annie's gun is a mystery.
And what's more
when she points her heart towards anything
or chooses to use it for our amusement
Her targets are always attained.
Somehow by her grit, grip and will,
we're left in awe, and even a little afraid
of Annie's heart of iron and steel.
Afraid of the way, she owns the stage.
Holds and keeps her gaze on the straight away,
as we ourselves stare down the sight
she'll let fly the first of bullets loaded that day
With five more, soon on the way
“Never trust your life behind a cheap gun”
she'd say.
And each round fired off
takes us back to a younger age.
The image of the dying past, laying to final rest,
The old west
and the way things used to be.
To see those cards split at the neck of the king.
Lit cigarettes gently whisked away
from the lips of her husband, sitting
blindfolded, or asleep
She alone stands with Sitting Bull,
A dying breed.
For us watching those bottles break
Our hearts too, shatter as much as they
having never seen such a scene
as we've seen today
they scatter
with the ashes in the breeze.
frigid beauty
in brittle showcases -
butterflies sulk
(joined - 03/27/2013)
Thrill knowledge with the desire to spread
Ideals across heads like grains of sand
Sprinkle little rays of brightness
Into cups full of vanilla ice-cream
If the sun doesn’t sparkle
Then there is no one to blame
But one’s own eyes
Blind to the legacy that showcases it’s prize in the middle of the day
If the moon’s enchanting lullabies don’t soothe the soul
Open up the heart and let winds
Change the currents and ease the turmoil
Tealeaves soak in small kettles over the stove
Passionate inferno and a stream of serenity
Measured into china cups and a sugar lump in each
To put into a smile and a twinkle of the eye
Do the world a favor and breathe between bamboo shoots and bowls of rice
While Time runs his hand over the strings on the guitar
And plays Life a love song
Time is not eternally handsome or young
Life is not always bearing silk and jewels
But the hourglass keeps flowing and love grows despite the looks and pearls
Arpeggios play slowly while dusk draws further away and it’s another day
I could hold your hand and run forever through lanes of cherry blossoms
Racing towards storms of crimson flora that from a hurricane would be shamed
Falling down as I open my heart and let them rest in memoirs
Whispering secrets and thoughts that take a lifetime to say
But a second to realize
Mysteries never really bothered me
If everything was known then why should I blink
To renew tears for sorrow and tears of laughter
I’d love to know most of it but I’ll be fine if I die without knowing it at all
As long as I know how it feels to live then I’ll be fine
Molecular Biology and Genetic evolution and all terms fade
From textbooks and minds
Awakening dreams and aspire to devote themselves to dew drops
Disciples of a flawed world
Defects are perfect to judge the worth
Of perfection
Inside endless worlds there lies just a simple dew drop
Prisms reflect giving ideas of complex
Intricate weavings and deeper then deep thoughts
Everything to you has to be a little more then less
But less is maybe exactly what your looking for
Despite riches and greed infiltrating peace
I have more wealth in a glitter of an star
Then in a stock bond
Laugh it up and respire
To expire and depart this life
With handfuls of luminous memories inside of balloons to help one float up
Into the Sky
Watching through the
screen,
A large-mouthed god
flutters flag for the
defeat in the ballot box
And ordered the dove
whose glory was stolen
To seek haven in the
external palms.
What is constitutional
council
When truth has assumed
the statue of the sun?
What has big brother got
to do with crown?
When in a decade of
baptism of cords and
daggers,
Authorities were offered
to worms of economy.
Now to suck the
dissolved in our
intestines?
Kwashiorkor as highly
ranked officers gave us
order to eat cherub.
Are we truly humans
When nutritionists have
seen the real
Power of mal-nutrition
on our bony bodies?
Many avatars of the
globe with grid
Have anthologized
words of peace,
But our callous god
configured ears to the
rhythm of violence.
Now poses death
arrogantly at our door,
beating his chest
gallantly
And showcases his
desperation through
anger-veiled youths.
The menace of
stammering musket
stings no more fear to
their angry souls;
Men whose chest
vibrates, have fled to
arsenal
To indicate their choice
of weapons from the
ecclesiastics of death.
Feeble women have also
sought refuge to avoid
the traumatic services of
beasts.
This anarchy positioned
on our hill
Roars laughter to our
reverie of external aid.
Another civil war bangs
at our ant-devoured
doors with ivory of hope.
On the rope of despair,
we all swing and await
the decision of fate.
Globe with grid-Symbol
of UN
On the political crisis in
Ivory Coast from
November 2110 to April
2011
Lovely freshness showcases God’s wonders
Great Spring’s grand blessings, awesomely beauteous
Dulcet chirpings prevail over thunders
Gardens* assured of yields, indeed plenteous.
Fields cheerfully welcome budding bliss-sprouts
Below clouds like chiffon yearning for grace
Farms gladly gear themselves toward growth’s routes
Propelled upon heavenly power’s brace.
Re-birth highlights genuine spiritual spring
Marked by the Lord Christ’s resurrection might
With revivals that Holy Scriptures bring
Prodding souls toward transformation’s height.
Springing hope’s lace tied to faith fluorescence
Edifies new life’s marvelous essence.
*Isaiah 61:11 For as the earth bringeth forth her bud, and as the garden causeth the things that are sown in it to spring forth; so the Lord GOD will cause righteousness and praise to spring forth before all the nations.
March 4, 2019
7th place, "APRIL 2019 PREMIER 9..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 4/26/2019.