Best Situate Poems
And say unto Tyrus, O thou that art
situate at the entry of the sea, which
art a merchant of the people for many
isles, Thus saith the Lord GOD; O Tyrus,
thou hast said, I am of perfect beauty
— Ezek. 27:3
Libertas,
she who is of perfect beauty
Roman goddess,
situated at the entry of the sea
You hold a torch
that burns a cold flame
From the South Pole to the North,
everyone on Earth knows your name
America,
America
She reincarnated your ancient fame
America,
America
Her prideful beauty became her shame
Libertas,
the fame of your beauty everyone wanted to see
In the presence of a goddess,
all people from every nation worldwide wanted to be
You hold the dovetail tablet
that inscribes the progress of liberty
From the North Pole to the South,
they flock to the land that stands in the midst of the seas
All hoping to reach your shores, dreaming to be free
America,
America
You now reject those who seek haven within your buxom border
America,
America
The Holy Scriptures thus declare: Set your divided house in order
Libertas,
graven goddess greeting poor souls
seeking the bond of assimilation with one another
America,
merchant queen selling plastic rainbows,
you look just like Tyrus, your ancient twin brother
Your picture perfect beauty
is rapidly fading away
You always took pride in your nudity,
now an ugly portrait resembling an aging Dorian Gray
Painting You
Before painting, I first sketch you
In my mind’s eye…To compose
The lines, shapes, shadows and lights,
That work altogether to form a semblant sight
Of you for any relative, friend or acquaintance…
Next, I embrace the required courage
To face the blank canvas; to dip my brush
In sublime tones for my wild orchid wishes,
Wanting to stroke across the heavens
For reflecting starlights bright,
Which I’ll situate to split the darker places
Where the inks bleed and branch out
Around you, smudging your purest colors…
That I endeavor to recover
When illness tries to smother
You with a viridescent blanket for on-going days;
Cloaking the glance of your azure blue eyes;
Pulling gray and white from your skull
To streak through your forest brown hair;
Rushing flag red moments to your cheeks
When you growl, “No. Don’t—“ when I
Try any way to help you through the fevers
That hang dredged plum-violet clouds over
The sofa — away — where you stay sleeping…
While I sit crimson awake worrying,
Watching you breathe…And asking
Through faith’s golden prayers for your healing;
For our holy Lord to send some ministering angels
— With their glistening opaline feathered wings;
Who side by side, place hands on you ~ veiling
My first view of prayers’ answers coming true;
Lifting me to a bloom of rosebud gratitude.
I paint you never far.
I paint your ocean blue eyes opening.
I paint you always beside me in a sandcastle brown.
I dapple the air over us an effervescent pink.
I paint your prism presence close.
I paint your mid-night’s Arora Borealis dancing hues.
Our love is a stippled, rolling color wheel
Of our linked diamond destinies: journeying
Together on amber roads under sapphire skies.
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(c) sally young eslingwe 10/17-18/2023
Glory to God…
April 28, 2010
My Super Sonnet
Multiple overwhelming thoughts trample upon me in a wild way.
Stunned as well as in awe I am compelled to rise upon my own.
So then I thought no possible way, I will have to be overthrown.
Yes, I definitely have to be thrillistically creative every single day.
Now I am living it and now I know excellence so longer I stay.
Yeah, I do have it going on and got it all nailed to a white stone.
You see, now it is on! I’m sizzling hot up on my game full-blown.
Yes, yes, yes, we are on some kind of fire would you like to play?
I am going to think about you on this full moon.
Maybe you have dug yourself into a cozy grave.
Maybe you like the way I situate myself so soon.
Maybe its resistible greed or I’m just that brave!
Look! I’m feeling you out bringing you my super sonnet, a tat for tit.
Indeed! I’m your full spread of Par-Kay or Blue Bonnet, I’m up on it!
® Registered: Ann Rich 2010
Soul surrender, each reach opaque, gathered incomplete gain; all willingly given for millisecond sight of sky as was eons ago, day guide towards monolith riseth ten thousand kilometers. Crowned temple as arches multiply and vie for attention by exhale ever so slightly to glorify manifestation of timid illusion, glue to stone seat stare blank blue hue blink. Envision outside Smith’s grocery store, poisonous pack concealed in cellophane wrap pounded upon palm to situate tobacco properly. Corner clarity bare witness stretched weathered skin fallen upon weary bones, a dusty duet walk, pull trigger in longing serenity lapse moments as weak, draped in silence. Half hunched over little time prior to cruel muse grip. Left of man lurches ahead in front, near dry woman cuts right. Woman cries out, “the car is over here,” in crackling strained voice. Shout carries in breeze to hearing aid. Man halts, confusion infection injects sense, fifteen yards distance but reluctantly switches direction to join other shortly. He speaks. “I knew that,” quip in deep toned disbelief by woman who vocalizes doubt. “No you didn’t, not to mention you’ve been doing that a lot lately.” Adjacent to one another couple takes gravel path to vehicle, twenty-two car crash inevitable seconds later.
Life is but a dream. When you die, you wake. Stay asleep, eternity creep close, potential outcome grows to singular eventuality. Law obsolete, physics but self, capability extends hallucinations, and being hinder significant beauty wither.
When stop, smile.
Deep seated and connected
Deep seated and connected, my collection plate feels naked, been adjacent to ills and thrills of my spills, causing heartache. My thoughts go round and round like the earth rotates, I have expectations that haven’t come to pass, I had let go of meditating on the pass mishaps and just move forward best that I could, still trying. All awhile have to also let go of the few times I saw my life flash by, and never again contemplate suicide because I have no right to take my own life from the one who created this experience for me – because it’s a blessing either way it goes.
Either way it goes…
Sometimes I go backwards looking out window blinds waiting for my dad to show up, to save me, who knew that he needed to be saved too? Who knew that the things you go through builds character and creates, molding into shape to make your backbone stronger, I longer and hungered for things that were not for me to change, but my reactions to the chaos was more relevant for my future than I initially understood, but it’s all good. Deep seated and connected, my collection plate feels naked, been adjacent to ills and thrills of my spills, causing heartache.
Remembering being in the car with nowhere to go, no destination, riding around hoping to look to others like I was on my way to somewhere great, the lies we create to hide the things we despise. In the parking of a grocery store, watching the rain compile against my window pain, while trying to situate myself in a comfortable state to sleep the night, lock the car doors hope the boxes squeezed in this tiny space can detour anyone who walks by…I was thankful for the rain…it was right on time didn’t have to reach my tear duct eyes. My soul was in disarray.
Trials and tribulations are inevitable, the test that we face at times can seem unbearable, but in due time the light will too shine, and all the darkness will become the catalyst that make your resilience for life circumstances and situations easier to endure, I explore the peace that comes without cost, without boast, just the inner voice that says stay with me, walk with me, and don’t give up. I got you, I got you…
Stay Deep seated and connected.
©StephanieGutierrez2015
Silently, silently, behind the bed stead of night,
Without any howling of moon,
Besides, walk along the clouds.
Walk silently, melt silently.
At the half- lighted pure hours of darkness.
If sun departs, night would not come,
Evening primroses open forever.
If twilight departs, sun would not come,
Nightmares shine forever.
I wish, the night is admirable,
I wish life ending moments with you,
I am afraid of death without you,
because, I do not know,
What has happened after death?
Without you, the winds are mischievous,
They come and ask me:
Create situate for me in your heart.
Why do not you come to me like them?
Oh! Listen to me, my life:
Yesterday, I did not sleep at night,
Ask me to come to you.
Place my head in your arms,
And sing a song for me.
Silently, silently, hug me for the last time,
Behind the bed stead of night,
Without any howling of moon,
Besides, walk along the clouds,
Walk silently, melt silently,
At the half- lighted pure hours of darkness
I slept with joy and woke up to find myself said, and tough, because I fail to accept the truth about my destiny
I always fight to build confident in myself, I cry tears of oceans to acknowledge the fact that the world isn’t my eternity
I see my country in miserable conditions where I proclaimed my loyalty and I see my fan rotating in slow U turn this justified to me the world isn’t mine.
They crucified me the truth I intend to unveil to obliteration and the night roars loneliness.
I see the flowers winking their bubbling eyes they bring me butterflies in my eye; I see the stars sparking smile.
God keeps watching over me while enemies try to pull me down, I construct true love to my fiancée she turns me down
I ask for help e they laugh at me to the loophole, some people wish to see me down the drain while others wish to see me up the sky with song
I was sad, but find comfort in the sky, I fight for my right they wrote memoir on my face to fish scent and I keep on walking in the night to discover happiness
I hear the owls singing songs of misfortune, I feel afraid, but love is blind I keep on moving, the dog barked at me chased me wanted to bite me, because I am solely a lover.
The adrenaline in me kept burning urging me to keep on going on day I will be victorious over so called enemies and I situate hope to find happiness
I pretend to be sick I discovered situation; I built trust upon my friends they conspired to killed me, I hope to God for everything, I registered hope to be hopeful, I sue myself before God for all the sins I have committed to pardon me.
I live in the mouth of lions and wolfs just because I aspire to be myself they killed my hope to the oath of pending adjudication, like the speed of my imagination to peculiar night.
Party dressed sized upscale.
Music situate spade release title.
Quiet toehold clubs.
Below this dome
The earthy place
Lies a stone lighthouse
Sturdy standing in place
Across the waters it does face
Brought to birth at 1810
She’s been there for years
As fishermen left their piers
Guiding ships and boats
Safety is what she promotes
During the war of 1812
British war ship came town
Bringing to many a frown
They plundered and buried many New England
Vessels
Here in this Scituate town that nestles
The lighthouse keeper sent out a shot
From the cannon with loud drama on the spot
The angered British captain then departed
Back home he had charted
Later in years in need of repairs
And towns peoples sneers
To the crumbling of stairs
In 1855 the lighthouse received a Fresnel lens
And then
Minot’s ledge light was lighted on November 15.1860
Situate light was changed in a jiffy
The lights went black
And so the growth of sea wrack
Then in the government hauled
In 1924 an automatic light was installed
No lighthouse keeper was needed
And so it proceeded
Throughout the plans
The light changed hands
And at times lay their abandon
In 1956 an Italian freighter ran aground
Laying next to the lighthouse mound
In 1994 the lighthouse was brought back
Once more
A part of the historic society for all to adore
Where it remains lit on Situate shores
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octopus talk biblical stories
An animalistic painting in a cave can be considered as magnificent as a fortified wine kneeling in a chapel. Chapels cheer chariots. Charging. And the baked shrapnel recedes from many a bridge. Sing then you field of mice. Ministerial movements make money. And la la la means no more than blah blah blah so go meow at the kittens then. To make more room is to situate oneself upon a skyscraper at midnight. In an eclipse. Rent is payable and taxable too in a breath of air. But light comes the clouds. Skipping over the skies. Smiling. Smiling in genuine friendliness and kinship. But no spaceship can ever really view a non descript hue who's origins are not yet scientifically screened yet known for eons by tribal wizardry. How quite sparkly. How quite fascinating really. Tepid are the duties of the necromancers arriving to marinade the meats. Many meats. Many meetings. And a discarded tissue rising into the atmosphere. Such flight. Wow. Speaking at this time are the arranged skulls. Who chat to the candles on a prearranged date. To be affixed is to outplay the game of chess in a six million acre field. So move then. Go on move. A mop is neither a praenomen nor a psychological thriller. It is merely utilised in cleanliness and hygiene in a hive is not a live performance in a baked bean can. Kick karate's kana ka kali kales. And a smoke omitting from an upside-down tent. On wheels. Arias arriving in a huge cloth. And deities dusting hallways. In jails. Or in ships. A frightened mushroom can never sing a rock n roll song and a rag in the cupboard sinks in rapid despair at over use. It must be cleaned. Cleansed. Rejuvenated. Revived. For to do is to dare and to dare is to do. And a pluperfect plop plip is an objective for a grey sky. Colours conjuring cosmic creations. And a fathomable bag with a ladies' scent. Diva not a tiny dog. Smell then? Hahahaha institutionalised ignoramuses'. Hahahaha trolls talking. Xxxxxxx superflous snake spit. Xxxxx stratification z p y q Z
Now hark how brilliantly doth shine that place
So bright, of which the nymphs have spoken of.
A place where malevolence gives chase
To endless starry fields of sky above.
What I would sacrifice to situate
Myself in its divine vicinity!
A hundred thousand centuries I'll wait
To feel a flash of its affinity.
But then I was given a free demand.
An offer by three sylphs (of faith they lack)
"I wish you'd send me to that somewhere grand,"
Said I, "And never ever bring me back!"
And so, at once was I compressed to dust,
In life true beauty lies in thoughts, never discussed.
Twisting up my body emboldened
Hyping my spirit to Planet 9
Thrusting gently my soul to an off beat
Jerking up my feet in no fete
Throwing hands in the air
Moving my carcass to an unheard hurly-burly
Heaping up dance on my hips
Humming to a tune of no name
Shaking ones head like an Agama.
Until my Fibula was aching
I became hyper-active
For what, I queried myself?
For a dance of no tune
Indeed a Fandango only of the Spaniard.
This time in Samonda, Ibadan.
In my quest to situate the 46 years
Independence Anniversary of Nigeria.
We are dancing to no tune in particular.
"Order, Order, All rise"
The voice echoes like an aftermath;
Bringing a chill to the Atmosphere.
As the highest in authority infiltrates the inhabited chambers.
to the commoner, I am known simply as Magistrate or Judge;
To the elite, Adjudicator, Expert Connoisseur.
All walks of life situate themselves before me with one thing customary ILLEGALITY!!!
With the aid of my two abettor solicitors, whom have rehearsed their part in this cavort.
One to vindicate the appellant,
The other to arraign arbitration without plausible dilemmas.
listening to the monotonous rigmarole, on and on and on,
Mutter, mutter, mutter:
The thrill of just banging the hammer, interrupting the nattering and shouting:
" LIFE IN BONDAGE, OR TO THE GALLOWS OR HANG HIM TILL HIS DEAD!"
Appeals to my better nature.
For I see it, who so ever stands before me should suffer maximum punishment;
Be he innocent or guilty, he should not have got caught.
But, alas, the cat has to give the mouse a sporting chance,
Then I will make my judgement swift and quick.......
Communication is association
Let the garden of thought flow
Great strides are made in venting
Simply voicing images, passion grows
Dreams situate themselves unknown
Independently arising, mirages blow
The floating energy grows titanic
Ambition unleashed in heat
Soon leading to decisive action
Even in our cardboard world
Mummies of memories spring to life
A verdant pulse is culled