Best Singleness Poems
onetime-
I was just one child all alone
and I wrote one piece
a day of poetry
grandma said
take one day at a time
uniqueness singleness oneness
one place I loved
was the attic
I was the only one there
playing make-believe dreams
doing the one-step waltz with dolly
it was a one-sided conversation
and I said
dolly I for one disagree
the one person I want to marry
will come one sweet day
and it will be a unity of two
and then I would sing her a song
in a one long octave note monotonous
uniques
singleness
oneness
I liked to tell one line jokes for grandma in the kitchen
put on a one man show for mom and dad after supper
dad gave me a one dollar bill
for every poem I wrote
I still have the first one he said
be oneself
take one direction in life
and I grew up solitary
to write poems
each one is beautiful to me
I'll get a break one day
one never knows about tomorrows
I hold dear my belief in
uniqueness singleness oneness
then one sad day grandma passed away
I cried all alone in that attic
I'll see you again one day grandma
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September 3, 2015
Poetry/Free Verse/One
Copyright Protected, ID 15-705-869-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, One,
sponsor, Rob Carmack
Ninth Place
Huddled in Burton's doorway, head down,
the windblown rain at almost forty five degrees
soaking me from the knees downwards.
Reflecting on the paving, the red, amber and green
from the traffic lights heralded a wave of white from passing headlights,
like theatre curtains opening.
And centre stage stood I.
The clock at Samuel's jeweller said nine seventeen.
I thought I blended in well- the tailor's dummies in the windows
either side of me, equally well dressed, stared vacantly
into a dark alien world. I envied them.
They were dry.
And not waiting on a first date.
A quick glance up.
The clock said nine seventeen.
They say that time slows down when you're idle, or impatient,
and I was starting to bow to this unproven scientific truth.
Two pretty girls strode past beneath a mangled umbrella,
one briefly threw a smile my way, almost lost in a giggle.
I counted my twentieth chorus of red, amber and green.
It was nine seventeen.
She said she'd be here for nine. I looked at my watch.
Ten O'clock.
The bells of the Guildhall and the Cathedral smugly agreed,
H. Samuel had been lying all along.
The rain had stopped. I stepped out into the throng of couples,
dressed in my singleness, as the girls with the broken umbrella,
now discarded, approached.
No giggles- she gave the same smile, but her eyes knew my plight,
then she shrugged.
I found a bar and sat in damp trousers with a beer, and watched the big screen
to take my mind off a wasted evening.
The rugby was just finishing.
God does have a sense of humour,
England beating France-
Seventeen points to nine.
25th June 2018
For contest 'nine seventeen', sponsor John Lawless
beauty acclaimed
symbols
of love locked out
palettes in
meretricious effect
dedicated
to
the sensual
with intense
ethereal brilliance
singleness of heart
rejoicing
in the truth
of
beauty &symmetry
in
illusion
of
a gilded tapestry
bold&novel
image of woman
a creative
anima
celebration
art
for
arts sake
in epic
themes
I went to a party for lonely hearts,
With friends to celebrate singleness;
The invitation read, cake, chocolate and tarts.
We played games like charades to show our smarts,
Truth and Dare was just full of silliness;
I went to a party for lonely hearts.
We drank pink margaritas and played darts,
Home made decorations showed artfulness;
The invitation read, cake, chocolate and tarts.
The centerpiece was made of fruit parts,
Hanging the red lanterns took adeptness;
I went to a party for lonely hearts.
The party goes to the top of all charts,
Conversations were full of absurbness;
The invitation read, cake, chocolate and tarts.
Memories made, like the most finest arts,
Being with friends was blissfulness;
I went to a party for lonely hearts,
The invitation read, cake, chocolate and tarts.
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February 14, 2016
Poetry/Villanelle/On Valentines Day
Copyright Protected, ID 756-762-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Your Valentine Day, 2016
sponsor, Shadow Hamilton
First Place
Autumn’s cool breeze is over, girl
The leaves have danced their last
Memories of you drip out the edges
Of swollen eyes tied to our past
This chapter will never be read aloud
I doubt that others will ever know
We’d moved beyond the simple surface
You were so close to touching my soul
We never made it to being a couple
But we were quickly more than friends
The infatuation of those October skies
Looks quite different now in Winter’s lens
Those scribbles of yours.. once poetry
Love songs that ran along Fall’s breeze
I thought you were melting into my blues
Then I saw another you sought to please
You giggled and you sighed
Looked at him with wanton eyes
And the snow dropped from the skies
Until it covered all your alibis
True love is not a captor’s contest
Intimacy to one heart, never a crowd
Those sweet nothings I wanted for me
You voiced to many.. yes you wowed
I saw you whisper to one a love song
Then to others.. just a friendly kiss
You teased them all with your sexy lines
Love had me blind how could i miss...
You giggled and you sighed
Looked at him with wanton eyes
And the snow dropped from the skies
Until it covered all your alibis
Winter covered your alibis
Winter covered your alibis
Winter covered your alibis
~Lyric Man
Note: I wanted to write a deep song about true love and how incredible it is.. and as such, it’s devastating when you think you have love and all you have is a memory (and a painful one at that). True love is intimacy to one person. Love can cool faster than coming Winter when you learn your singleness of heart and mind have not been reciprocated!
On earth on a Mission
purpose redefined with singleness of vision
clarity came cause i sat to look
through the pages of the book
Some days skipped with nothing to dine
some nights slept with nothing to wine
yet more nourished than a royal cook
for i am best fed from the pages of the book
When I lost focus and fell
drowning in the depths of the well
yet I was lifted by an unseen hook
as i flipped through the pages of the book
What about you my dear friend
when the terrestrial race comes to an end
and death vomits all that it ever took
will your name be found on the pages of the book
I'm not abnormal
just different kind of normal
through my chambers
tantalized horse is storming
(storms make trees take deeper roots)
Dolly's vinyl began skipping
so my God put his paper hat on
that God of mine wears a paper hat
and you wear the fear the same way
we all have rooted fears
above which ingrained branches furcate
designing modular shadows to be tailored upon
yet my symmetrical reasoning
keeps on coloring that infested resonance
enveloping skin in barbed tape
hoping that loosen blood
will make a liquid embankment around integrated Thanatos
as no one ever comes forward to the bleeding ones
but human embodiment is a marvel
like river it breaks its way through to the subsistence
so harbored will of mine constructed a timber
upon which singleness can find its rest
until encounters her similarly aberrant soil
Father Christ Jesus listeners often got swept by His charismatic manner
Blurted their intention to follow Him
That does not mean they were ready to be true disciples of Father Christ Jesus
In this Gospel story
A man wanted to follow Father Christ but was deflated (let down) when Father Christ pointed out that He had no home
His followers would have none of the things considered necessary for a happy life
Following Jesus or Father Christ wouldn’t always be comfortable and that thought turned many away
For the second man in the story
The timing wasn’t right
He wanted to fulfill his duty to his dying father before setting out with Father Christ Jesus sets the agenda
Our duty is to obey Father Christ Jesus knew that looking back while plowing can ruin the job
He used that example to help the third man that we need to have a singleness of purpose to His disciple
We still have to make sacrifices to follow Father Christ Jesus
But He promises that the rewards will be worth much more
In a world where beauty's confined,
To a frame, a shape, so pre-defined.
I refuse to bow to discrimination's hand,
Refusing to let it define me.
No more the shackles of slim and packed,
A revolution, where all sizes are backed.
Let every size find equal ground,
Opportunity for all, in beauty abound.
Tired, I am, of body shaming's sting,
Stripping away personalities, it's not fair.
Surgeries coined as a beauty elixir,
Dehumanizing, losing what makes us richer.
Aging, a grace, should be revered.
Not hidden away, nor to be feared.
Wrinkles etching stories, tales untold,
Genuine beauty, a treasure to behold.
Refusing to pack up, conform and fit,
To standards dictating what's deemed legit.
Short kings and queens, rise with pride,
In uniqueness, a privilege to confide.
I reject the notion, forever young,
As if aging steals the song we've sung.
Short kings and queens, stand tall,
Privilege in difference, let it enthrall.
Magazines preach a perfection lie,
A word so elusive, an unreachable spell.
Yet, true beauty in our diversity lies,
Our uniqueness, the true beauty supply.
Singleness born from society's decree,
Hearts left lonely, unable to feel.
Love should not be confined by a face,
But thrive in the uniqueness of each embrace.
In the name of beauty, let's redefine,
Break the chains that society designed.
Humanity's worth is not for sale,
Embrace the beauty in every tale.
I refuse to pack up, conform and fit,
Society's standards, I'll never submit.
Championing a beauty that's real,
Every heart and soul, let's empower and heal.
As rains and the torrentialest of snows plummet,
Filling all the skies and the area interstitial to earth and sky
With a frenzy of flying flakes;
As gusty winds doth blow and toss the flakes this way and that;
As torrents true amid the most rending species of gale
Dash themselves bitterly and self-destructively
Against this crude roof,
It is of my hodiernal solitariness,
My aloneness and lonesomeness,
My singleness, and plural,
Romantic stationariness that I must needs
And peradventure speak:
Yet, firstly, permit us all to sit still and our selves
Stationary, silent and still; and silence that intruding music
So ominous yet banal, tinny and slight:
Lighthearted 'tis it, as well:
That which plainly portends our overwhelming destruction,
And that of all our cogitation, cognition, concentration
And composition, with its overmuch resonant yet tinniest
Intrusiveness.
So allow to be it thus and summarily silenced-
Now, that's better.
A man can listen to himself think again;
He can form cognitive thought and appreciation thereof.
Therefor, that music silenced and my concentrative powers
Revived: As a blade at the whetstone, resharpened:
I can keep on with the prosody and poesy of my plight,
But...
Young woman, listen to me! Attentively and keenly listen;
To the crucial message of this word, you surely, must hearken.
Young woman, bad company always corrupts good character;
Put away slander and gossip; it is ok, to conceal a matter.
Stop! Stop it! Stop doing it, young woman; stop cussing!
Young woman, it is what comes out of you, that is defiling.
Always work hard; learn skills; take seriously, your education;
Diligent hands surely, bear rule, and usually gains promotion.
There is a better way, young woman; no time for second- best;
You and I both know, Jesus will never, ever give you any less.
Do not let them guys use, miss-use and abuse your pretty body;
You are a precious, valuable temple; Christ is your identity.
Young woman, cherish your purity; preserve your virginity.
It is a God-given gift; to be unwrapped after matrimony.
Beware sister; of the sweet-men, Casanovas and deceivers;
By your daily lifestyle; be, a good example to the believers.
Young woman; yes, I’m talking to you, young woman;
Listen carefully, to this chant from this brother, man.
In singleness; your concern must be on the Lord’s affairs;
On how you will please Him: not on ‘affairs’ and ‘fairs’.
Don’t be fussing and fighting over somebody else’s man;
In God’s time, He will surely give you the right husband.
Be anxious for nothing; God works better than you would;
He will work everything out, in your favour; for your good.
Listen, young woman! Listen, even though I’m not preaching;
As, your brother in Christ; to you, I am responsible, to minister.
Young woman, don’t yield; give no place to the Adversary;
The Way: straight and narrow; is greater, than the enemy.
There is a better way sister; there is a better way, I say…
He is Jesus! He is Jesus! Sister, Jesus, is the better Way.
Christ Jesus; He is the Way; the Truth and the Life;
Be patient; and He will make you, into a virtuous wife.
By
Dion Penville
Hope is not hopeless unless it's gone
Lost is not lost unless it's found
Where is the lightening
And there's no energy fire
I am deaf yet hear the sounds
Hope is not hopeless unless it's gone
Love is not love if you just say it
Hearts will not beat if the spirit vacated
Where is the peace in the minds of men
Humanities haters of liberties
I am blind and I can't see a thing
Hope is not hopeless unless it's gone
Lost is not lost unless it's found
Where is the lightening
And there's no energy fire
Singleness of man
Can only righteously stand
Only if he asks God to intervene
Small and Promises to connect,
all the dots of the heart to interject
Hope is not hopeless unless it's gone
I am deaf yet hear the sounds
I am blind and I can't see a thing
I am thought and can feel not
Trials and tests come and go lingers on
Hope is not hopeless unless it's gone
Hope is not hopeless unless it's gone
5/14/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2o23
Communication
Talking, Singing, Dancing,
Writing, Drawing, Praying,
Signing, Listening, Seeing,
Reading, Cooing, Touching,
Bridges in a list few,
That allow One to Two.
Or Expansion of One,
If the Ability to Be Common,
Is Ever Shrunk, Compromised,
The Feelings Become Numb,
We are Un-Mistakenly Downsized!
Laryngitis, Soundless, Sightless,
Senseless, Absence of Hand-Eye 'Ation,
Robs Togetherness, Socialization,
Leaves Us Cast Out of the Nest,
Pilfers the Spirit of Essence,
Drastically Diminished & Lessened,
But Perhaps the Worst Singleness,
Is to be Alone in a Crowd,
Where They Choose Their Game,
Foreignly, Ours is Not the Same,
Then, Sidetracked On Our Own,
We Grow in Dishes Petri,
Rhythmically Communicating Poetry,
Layered Verse Reaffirming Terse,
Each Syncopation a Prayer,
Gratitude Individually Communed,
Catalyzing December to June!
Pressed Linens
I left for the church when called to serve
A need for help in the kitchen was the request
When I arrived I saw the hurse had come
And they were rolling in the casket.
I did not know the person who passed but saw their family gather
I said a prayer of comfort in my heart and went to the kitchen,
the sisters with singleness of heart;
Prepared the family meal,
pressed linens and arranged centerpieces.
We set the tables with shiny clean white plates and utensils,
glass wear and freshwater,
We were preparing for a moment in time
attended by the individual who had passed,
to honor them
with the final meal of remembrance and a reunion,
a place of making peace one with another,
a possible end to a quarrel that had ensued.
An ending but even more for a beginning.
The prayer meeting around the casket had begun
The importance of a soul is eternally profound
We see them day to day and tho we may never speak,
they hold in reverence, a special place in this world,
we are now in their presence as they stand by
awaiting their own burial, they will never forget
your moment
before the casket,
your special goodbyes to them were heard.
because of them, the world will make a change
for the better.
We are part of a website,
Called Ldsmingles,
Full of wild and whacky,
Lds singles.
They spend most their evenings,
And sometimes days too,
Talking in chat rooms,
In groups of more than two.
The subjects are as diverse,
As the group that’s involved,
Theres no mystery here,
That needs to be solved.
We talked about spiritual things,
Although that seems to be rare,
And sometimes the discussions,
Tend to get a little “bare”.
We talk about garmies,
And kissing to,
And about how we’d like to get married,
Because certainly our time is due.
But yet we’re still here,
And the ever elusive mate,
Seems to be so far out of site,
It seems we can’t even get a date!
From singleness few have evolved,
Our life just continues,
Yet our single status,
Just never get resolved!
But somehow we make it,
From one day to the next,
Wishing our status was different,
And surviving this test.