Best Sieved Poems
I have come to the point of decision
And I have decided in favour of love
Wisdom is not solely measured by experience
But more by capacity for it
I have glimpsed deep into history
I have sieved through its successes
...for the soundest advice I could find
Most profound I have received from the greatest achievers in its archives
I am a Student of Life
I am a Wordsmith of Optimism
And I am a Mason of the Castles of Dreams
This Trinity of Purpose for me goes hand in hand, side by side
Each benefits the other
Issue is, they set me apart from the others
Here I am, young when I should be intoxicated with the fads of modernity
Fortified with skills that are eager to pay the ordinary wages
But nay, I am not to be beleaguered
I focus ahead to perceive the greater rewards at the summation of days
For I place most value on the greatest wealth: WISDOM and HAPPINESS
I have come to the point of decision
And I have decided in favour of love
I choose to commit my heart entirely
To the work I love best
For it is this calling that shall liberate the sanctity of my humanity
The world I dwell in fathoms not a shred of my quest
For it views life through the lenses of reality
True as it may be that my work suffices not to endow me
...with common currency in these economic times
The rationale of my perception discerns far beyond this temporary mist
Let them roar their throats in laughter at my perceived stupidity
But it is their children and their children’s children that shall benefit most
...From this shelter of thoughts and dreams that for them I build
I expect no immediate remuneration for my onerous undertaking
For I rationalize it as a selfless gift to humanity
Hence I shall tap deep within to give all can give
I am determined to build this Shelter of Thoughts and Dreams
I have the basic skills hence I commit my willingness and ingenuity
The Good Gods shall present the mortar and bricks
The fear of failure has been permanently exiled from boarding my being
As my eyes are fixated on the prize
I am ready to pay the price
Categories:
sieved, inspirational, on work and
Form:
Narrative
Pain’s shaped effects pass thru joy’s sieved prep
to map my spirits journey of primary urge to me.
With confidence of honest feel comes the promise
that I am a spiritual being having a human life.
Individuality and authenticity themes, I long sensed,
as two needs to pursue for my eternal accord.
My emotions in every scenario are where I go
to willingly absorb all feel to best aid my soul.
Down, up and sideways my fragile has laid
until the granting of a new emotional day.
Should I ignore challenges and pain,
I would deny my spirit its depth to claim.
With gratitude I roll in blessings and joy,
give thanks for every uplifting mood.
At the start of my memories as feel-kept
is my Father, God, love-strengthening my steps.
God is my cause, regard and my meaning,
but not so religion with its pointed shards.
My faith is one on one in its honed stays
and nature the church I deeply savor.
Living true to the uniqueness of my layers
is reason my Maker gave me distinct flavors.
To witness truth principles in now moments
is my greatest sweetness in earth business.
Categories:
sieved, appreciation, books, christian, god,
Form:
Free verse
Several sirens singing on the shore
Called Calypso’s crew for them to adore.
Willing witless wanderers;
Oblivious obeyers,
Which waves washed through a rocky tidal bore.
Svelte sisters sieved the sailor’s gore
That the salty surging sea cast ashore.
Boiling briny blunderers
With olive oil and oysters
And feasting until they could eat no more.
Categories:
sieved, betrayal, dark, evil, men,
Form:
Limerick
Pink hue flamingo it must be due to all
the carotenoid pigments feasted on
algae and crustaceans
An elongated neck spirals
and filters such sensations
Sharing color is Okinawa salmon sushi,
bolster lobster and shrimp scrimp
Graceful qualifiers primp poised tropical dwellers
balancing effortlessly on one outstretched leg,
A ballerina’s pirouette in fuchsia tutus’
Statuesque stillness in shallow water
Rosette feathers flair flamboyance
Passionate plumage, blushing boas
Webbed feet tap and stamp below,
an aquatic burlesque show
The flamenco dance named after you
Rose-tinted creature tranquil, wader
Hook-billed blackened lamellae
sieved nobly, an intense look in a print
Cluster buster of pink with lengthy legs that sprint
Categories:
sieved, bird,
Form:
Burlesque
The streets of the Irish north
Separated by faith
Different religions
In our human race
During the troubles
Through the bullets and bombs
Sectarian violence
Engulfed in their wrongs
Soldiers and factions
In wanton maim
Left this proud country
In blood red stain
Years have passed
As the peace accord lives
No more slaughter
Where life was once sieved
Tomorrow, there after
No more feuding campaigns
For the
Belfast Child, sings again
Inspired by the Simple Minds track " Belfast Child " by an excellent Scottish Rock Group
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oFIMJxV2tjI
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/ireland.php
Categories:
sieved, inspirational, music, peace, people,
Form:
Rhyme
I learn to swallow
From despicable horrors
Churned out from fully hollow words
Not sieved and almost always shallow.
I learn to swallow revealing, raining hard words
Displaying raw thoughts
Detested speeches
Scripted stances
Polished ethos and make-believed pathos.
As I swallowed my own spit
I learnt that the age
The time that we are living in
Couldn't stand this in-your-face assaults of millions by millions expressions.
Would I continue to swallow
When I knew that the bubble is about to burst
And the vile bile spewed on-screen will remain fixed
Imprinted permanently inside my bones down to the core
A social crisis is definitely brewing
Ignorance reigning to a greater height
And Easter Island is reliving its glory all over again
But this time through virtual monstrosity at a ridiculous immensity
Categories:
sieved, age, courage, life,
Form:
Free verse
Angel Words
Luminous sieved light
through window’s canopy
has moonbeams shifting
silver lights on all below
A draft of cool wind
bringing a chill to skin
acknowledges your presence
as the night begins
An unseen source
stone cold and pale
it’s touch extending hope
that it finds you well
A whisper of words
uttered in your ear
a guiding voice from one
that holds you dear
©Debra Squyres
Inspired by a picture
of a sculpture. Do not know how
to post it lol Hope it stands alone well !!
Categories:
sieved, angel, art, hello,
Form:
Ekphrasis
THE WISEST CHOICE
The shadow of my face on the yellow-painted wall
Masked my agony brewing in like a burning ball
The reflection of my face in the silvery mirror
Displayed in detail traces of every pain and tear
My shadow or my reflection who is wise?.... if let to judge...
My verdict this moment says shadow wins for its witty smudge
Shadow wisely sieved out all my expressions
Showed my neutral silhouette from all directions
Reflection is foolish enough to not to hide my trails of dried tear
Openly showed my feelings crystal clear to all far and near
Rains receded, came sun-shine, bouts of joy in life entered
Doors opened, happy bells rang, smile on my face returned
Stoic shadow still unchanged masked my happy expressions
Guileless reflection copied perfectly my mirth-filled sensations
I realise at this point my wrong verdict favouring my shadow
For reflection is true victor which hid never my feelings in meadow
Pain or pleasure, reflection showed to all the true and real me
Shadow always masked the way I felt letting none to see
One who eclipses and manipulates your feelings, expressions.......
wise choice is sans second thought to bid adieu to them!
And wisest choice is never leave the one who accepts and
lets you express the real you for they are the real gem!!
©Copyright Anulaxmi Nayak,2015
Categories:
sieved, art, education, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Rhyme
Spring is a time of rebirth and rejuvenation,
A vernal season of whimsical invigoration.
Admiration is conveyed through this way,
It relishes a bit like freshly fallen rain spray.
A scent of lemon, aloe, and sieved steaming,
Like ambrosial rosebuds blooming in spring.
A glass of polished ruby bears serenity,
It's saffron on silk with a resolute divinity.
Colorful gown of yellow, green, and blue,
Shimmering in harlequin-inspired hue.
It divinely glides over meadow and field,
Where silky lobed rugs swarm with their yield.
3RD PLACE CONTEST WINNER
Written: April 27, 2022
Spring Rhyme - 8-12 Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Categories:
sieved, analogy, appreciation, color, flower,
Form:
Rhyme
What is the purpose of poetry,
and therefore the meaning of the poet?
Beautiful style?
Aesthetic merit?
Artistic elegance or the beauty of its truth?
Is poetic purpose the meaning of its language
or the art of linguistic choices?
Of course it must be both,
symbiotically planting and fertilizing,
creating and cultivating, each incubating embryo,
flowing and forming regenerative language
An expression of intuition
with deduction, co-arising
refined with exegetically known
and felt soul-truth
through eisegetical sieved analogies,
trials and sub-optimizing errors,
evolutions and ecologies of syntax
conjoined within and without
through transcendent values
avoiding prosaic disvalues,
relationships inviting well-being,
principles of languaged left-brained human nature
dancing prancing right-brain's preposterous spirit,
dream-dancing DNA encryption
team-taught description
within each cell of healthy live
is not unwealthy evil.
Poets seed and winnow language,
thought,
understanding and unlearning
misunderstanding,
rationality
and polymorphic transanity,
form and function flowing fine flowering frequencies
comprehensively mentoring
and mediating
Earth's holistic therapy.
Eisegetical hopes and hypotheses disclose Time's exegetical ecology.
Poetic epiphany disguises Earth's logic as mythic teleology.
Categories:
sieved, art, earth, language, leadership,
Form:
Free verse
There, thrust to
high Heaven
my ever trusted foe
whose flashes flames
of fine froth
lured me within his
caste raps.
There, lies my
intent torment;
A galaxy of my
inventor
Deadly duel
reminiscence.
Falsehood keg me in
Bars,
spade off, from
sprayed spittle.
Like a barren
scarecrow.
Stood scar of the
underworld,
A trait, from
trusted Martian
His facade holds a
fang
His rear springs a
barrow
His mid inhabits a
maim,
runs the raw rubbles
of a rival,
What a rust of
uncrowned remedies?
Like the unspoken
mirage.
Seared off from the
carcass
Set asunder from my
design
Have I return unhurt
and unscarred?
Where are the fang,
barrow and maim
That once engulfs my
whole sanity
where is my
entrusted foe?
Where are hands that
spared me?
Whose satire bears
me up,
Like the spider’s
barrow
is the cradle of my
existence?
There goes my foe
There goes my
torment
A friend and a
comforter,
Engrave in a solemn
sepulcher
Owe in spread wings
to oblivion
Leaving a fang for a
portion:
Solace that hurts,
Secrets that sieved
the siege
A hidden jewel for a
treasure
Truth that heals.
Categories:
sieved,
Form:
Epic
Approaching life with no scrutinizing dispositions.
Relishing their youth,
Basking in the freedom of their most lively years.
Or so they say.
Young falling minds:
Everything is limited by perception,
Perception leading to misconception,
Misconception gradually surging to holistic pessimism.
Fallen minds don’t possess frame,
Or rather let me say, they are cluelessly lame.
Back and forth, right or left no distinction all is same
Elaborating: Life is just pretty much tame.
Their parturition in a time of good unlimited opportunities,
Yet at the brink of cowardice they are deceived,
And lazily cannot even perceive
That their lives are being sieved
And slowly but badly manipulated,
Later tension and crisis are manifested.
Unfortunately it is then late,
Their future has already been compromised,
The moisture has already vaporized,
All that is left is a dehydrated life substrate
Then all becomes one hell of a date,
Known as regret.
Categories:
sieved, youth,
Form:
Rhyme
( It seems the only thing eternal life has left me is eternal tears.
For my lost son Christopher; named after the god who suffers. )
I knew you before I met you
cage crossing through mad books
your stainless leap
forcep-blessed
matrix-reprieved
weaving bled-shred
embers to god-pled
braving
the cairn of night
to do full
dubious ends
god's just
flung to hijacked earth as
after-thought
of finer stone
slashed lash skin broke to Moses hues
whose mode struck cursed
to sudden wander
to tower-armed berths annexed next in
your voyeur's finger rage
to run abducted through heuristic sunk-end heads
and sacrifice your brokered queen
prove your tongue-burning tears
a strangled pen
inched favor from chain-shell shouts
sieved by sheltering friends
savaged the race-card feeds
fouled in chilling fidgets
glyphed everyman's advance
to cherish one ascending
giving divinity thought-shadow charges
to dodge doc's sunny reparteé
finally
bipolar glue-power unclogs the gash
cherish your psyche's wormwood-hack
your peace-ink cooling blue
your snow-truth judgement bridged
with one bank and a gun
whose prophet
son of none
_________________
Notes:
1. A journalist once asked the Dalai Lama if he had to reduce the teachings of Buddhism to one word, what would it be. His response was; "Compassion".
If asked to do the same for Christianity, my word, similarly, would be: "Kindness".
Categories:
sieved, loss, mental illness, sorrow,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
We dump waste
To recycle, remade or reuse
But we hide our feelings deep in the heart
Never mean for recycling
Happiness to be appreciated, to be remembered
And sadness to be discarded
Or to be transformed into an experience or a lesson
We keep our knowledge in mind
Never to be polished after retirement
But the world is changing every minute
Some old knowledge have to be
Recycled, improved, reused or discarded
We adopted old habits and beliefs
Without ever dropping them
But old habits and beliefs have to be sieved
Those beneficial and true remain
Recycling will yield experience, new knowledge and truth
Which will indeed lead to a happier life
Categories:
sieved, feelings, happiness, heart, life,
Form:
Free verse
In my twilight years I have grown silver,
weaved inside my hair and aging thoughts.
It reminds me of the first time I saw a star
beneath the first aurora hint of a bran new dawn;
All the firsts of my life have been sifted
like panned up gold between my fingers
Sieved through, held brief and then let go
inside this aging heart the memory remains ;
I once was ever altered like the shades of my hair
today I'm much more constant and alert
as I watch the passing storm from my window
I feel like a lamp post blazing in the snow
Lit up at dusk and closed after dawn
I feel like an iron metal post, though I am water,
holding up a dam of love inside my soul,
for all the ones I love, loved and continue to love.
Your Vienna
Categories:
sieved, age, analogy,
Form:
Free verse