Best Spiritedly Poems
I Wait With Bated Breath...
(slack jaw froze mine countenance
when eyes blinded with figurative
daggers asper mistakes in original draft,
hence...this flood proof, fire resistant,
and fever reducing error free version.)
(yes...yes...yes, this rhyme
resembles a recent one of mine
from a previous time,
yet appropriating wands zone writing
haint no crime -
at least not yet!)
Okay bull heave me you,
at this moment
alm completely unaware
what the a muse zing
genie of poetic
inspiration will bring
possibly shelving what Calliope
holds in store for me,
meanwhile now
with impatience it ching
visa vis to discover
what this Earthling,
(albeit modest) will be amazingly
graced with pizazz, meanwhile aye fling
haphazardly, indiscriminately,
and jocosely blitz
krieg feebly attempting
to contrive ingeniousness emits
poetic prestidigitation in fits
and starts, sans "FAKE" wits
as this humble
human imperceptibly orbitz
around mister Sun,
(which about bajillion years
from now suddenly quits)
shining foisting misery,
where Nyx knocks
(paddy whack give
my dog a bone...) divinely,
knowingly and spiritedly visits
(believe me you) this trumpeting
stupid moron loser
forever doth taint
after this moment
(no need tubby saint
lee and suppress any quaint
gut wrenching chortle)
at what aint
no farce), nor literary feint
yours truly painfully,
sorrowfully, and verily avers,
he now lacks fire and fury
(as if nettled and docked by burrs)
nonetheless, which ambition
dust hanker mink thinks furs,
and foremost (Tom
morrow i.e. purrs
sues tha owl mighty,
where fame posthumously spurs
me amidst pantheon
of great writers
which dream dashed
into a million,
(no...no...no...not
bajillion this instance,
though good guess) pieces
abysmal silence replacing
(palimpsest like),
mine over active imagination whirs.
Slip, my soul, as sunset into the sea ---
settled to stay serenely shining
shaded by the Saviour’s starlight
shielded against stain of sin-sting sorrow
scintillating spiritedly.
Seeking succor from sufferings and strife
soul of mine, slip as sunset into the sea ---
surrounded with Sovereign solitude
secured midst salvation’s surety
subdued from stubborn self-centeredness.
Sweetly savouring satisfaction of sincere service
sufficed by the Supreme Shepherd*
sealed soul, slip steadfastly, as sunset into the sea ---
silenced against slothfulness-shouts with sleep’s solace
safely sheltered toward tomorrow’s steadfast stewardship.
*Psalm 23:1 The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
Psalm 23:3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
April 23, 2020
1st place, "Alliteration 004 (I prefer old poems)" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by: Poet Destroyer A; judged on 5/14/2024.
1st place, "Slipping Soul Sunsets into the Sea" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 4/28/2020.
Joyously, I worship You, my God, for Your grace midst my salvation.
With Your justification, You declared me righteous, beyond Satan’s objection…
Your Word wrought my redemption with Your Holy Spirit's conviction
Marking me as Your child due to Your decree of adoption.
Now, I praise* You with triumphant gratitude and jubilation!!!
Gloriously, I worship You, my Lord, for Your power of omnipotent capacity.
By Your transformation might, You are perfecting me toward maturity…
Your victory settled my glorious future, sealed by Your immutability
Making me testify graciously about Your majestic authority.
Now, I praise You, obeying You with Your help that’s mighty!!!
Spiritedly, I worship You, my God, for Your blessings, timely every moment.
In Your generosity, You enrich me, Your heir with steward's commitment…
Your provision-grants supply me along contentment's entitlement
Meeting all my needs against dissatisfaction predicament.
Now, I praise You with all my best offerings of love-driven involvement!!!
*Psalm 109:30 I will greatly praise the LORD with my mouth; yea, I will praise him among the multitude.
May 26, 2019
After getting a world class education
and a promise of renewed life
We supposedly enter a life of endless opporunity
A high salaried job becomes the life's expectation
add to it a beautiful wife
We spiritedly look for the endless opportunity
Birth of a new born infuses a new blood relation
another addition creates espousal strife
We crib for the endless opportunity
Diminished blacks and enhanced greys signify comprehension
a mirror's reflection cuts like a knife
We still wait for the endless opportunity
Death angel releases our trapped cognition
accepting fate with a last fife
We whisper adieu to the endless opportunity
We salute you:
committed Frontliners, to the fullest
for your fervently driven-zest
propelled by dedicated service-crest
geared with devotion's best toward triumphant life-saving quest.
We commend you:
courageous Frontliners, midst task so rigorous
you’re indeed facing challenges, grievously torturous
sacrificing yourselves in this pandemic, costly injurious
battling tenaciously, spiritedly victorious.
We pray for you:
caring Frontliners, for constant steadfastness
likewise extra strength from God’s graciousness
and rejuvenating peace to conquer all sorts of weariness
as you, with well-doing*, aid people against attacking virus’ harshness.
We entreat the Lord for you:
conscientious Frontliners, to bless you and your family
to shield you with His protective fortress mightily
while upholding your faith to trust Him fully
in your rescue-efforts badly needed verily.
We thank you:
compassionate Frontliners, with our wholehearted engagement
marked with loving concern to fight global health-crisis’ detriment
yes, we are with you, along compliance to our government
that by the Almighty’s power, we can overcome for healthy betterment.
*Galatians 6:9 And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not.
April 13, 2020
2nd place, "The Last Token" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose; judged on 4/21/2021.
3rd place, "STRAND PICK 12,any theme,any form" Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 4/14/2020.
He sat himself down on the edge that evening with the gravest of sadness trickling with his tears and a whimper that shook his body. As he fixed his position to one more suitably comfortable, he watched as his legs languidly wandered with the strong evening breeze. The blue evening sky shimmered off the water below, above whom birds flocked as they admired themselves as they glided in graceful harmony. The young man, admiring the birds as they fluttered, watched helplessly as his tears fell- in hope that they would make tiny ripples in the calm river hundreds of feet below. As he stared listlessly in the depths of the river, with whom a dark blue colour glimmered, he wandered whether it's darkness marked a towering depth. As he questioned such thoughts, he clutched his chest sorrowfully and tried to distract his attentions to the nearby cars as they exalted weary noises in their locomotion on the bridge. Not wanting to be any more of a nuisance than he was compelled to believe, he tried spiritedly not to pay attention to the banquette of horns rearward, as he thought it non-polite to engage with passing drivers who drove their cars on such an elevated road whose height pierced clouds asunder. He placed his hand in his pocket as it struggled from the powerful wayward breeze, and took out his wallet. Grasping the photo of his love as further tears graced his cheeks, he turned it around and examined the note on the back which read: "I shall always love you, for all eternity". On reading her avowal and watching his tears douse the picture, he smelled her photo; which retained a small monument of her rosy scent, and he sniffled sullenly. He stood to his feet and relinquished the photo as he watched it descend in a flittered free-fall. Suddenly he was struck and echoes of gunfire palpitated the evening air as motorists watched helplessly, and the young man tumbled as his body rotated with the gun as it perforated the breeze below and hit the water with an almighty blow.After a few minutes, the waters calmed and caught his body as it sank to mighty depths.
He now slept, and romance was now at peace and she smiled as she accosted herself with the forever knowledge that the young lover now danced in towering depths, unloved, for all eternity.
A recent poem l posted raised some negative feelings within me
About myself …. leaving me feeling annoyed
As l felt l had to write a “Please Note” on it
Explaining my poems intention….so false judgement l would avoid!
My poem topics are always varied
Though writing about human nature, traits ,feelings, l do enjoy
l was falsely accused of writing poems about another poet
Soupmails sent to many … telling of my underlying ploy
What was said about me is so far from the truth
Never would l write about any individual mean-spiritedly or be unkind
It is mean, hurtful, and serves no purpose
It is the furtherest thought from my mind
My poems are about my life experience
Uncomplicated, simple and that is all
If you see yourself in my words
That is on you and solely your call
So, to be quite clear ‘l do not’ write mean poems about P.S. poets
There will be no future “ Please Notes” to explain
Believe it or not …..Judge if you want
As your slanted opinion of me l will no longer entertain
I feel like giving up…
I don’t know why, I just do…
I just do…I feel blue…
Wish my eyes were shut with the finest super glue…….
I am like two deserted lands…
No one seems to understand where I stand
I am but a broken cup…
In your quivering, shivering hands…
Things are truly getting out of hand…out of hand…
Lament and doubts dripping with morning dew…
I just feel so blue, so through with you,
Always hurting me with rue…
Who knew…who knew it was true…too true to be true!
You meant to hurt me with your cruel rue...
Yes, you did...
You hurt me to the deepest, narrowest core
You try your hardest and best to slam the door
So that I can feel your abandonment, It’s still with me…lingering inside me
You meant your rejection and desertion unfortunately, sadly, cruelly, and mean-spiritedly
You meant to hurt me with your cruel rue...
Yes, you did...
I felt your cruel, but true rue
Such true rue I felt
When you left without a clue
You made me melt…
Like an ice cube, left in the sun for far too long
You were gone for so long!
Can’t really seem to belong…
I felt it so out of the blue…
Felt your cruel hatred and unnecessary dread, doing me wrong, yes, doing me wrong
And you knew all along…
That I am alone among…
Your crowd of remorseful happiness and fake contentment…
I am overcrowded by your twisted bliss and sick resentment…
It’s way too true to be true…
You meant to hurt me with your cruel rue...
Yes, you did...
You meant to hurt me with your cruel rue...
Yes, you did...
Getting rid of the madness and sadness and insanity
That once hid inside me...right in plain sight, you see?
Saying my goodbyes to the goodbyes you bid..
I Wait With Bated Breath...
(yes...yes...yes, this rhyme
resembles a recent one of mine
from a previous time,
yet appropriating wands zone writing
haint no crime -
at least not yet!)
Okay bull heave me you,
at this moment
alm completely unaware
what the a muse zing
genie of poetic
inspiration will bring
possibly shelving what Calliope
holds in store for me,
meanwhile now
with impatience it ching
visa vis to discover
what this Earthling,
(albeit modest) will be amazingly
graced with, meanwhile aye fling
haphazardly, indiscriminately,
and jocosely blitz
krieg feebly attempting
to contrive ingenious emits
poetic prestidigitation in fits
and starts, sans "FAKE" wits
as this humble
human imperceptibly orbitz
around mister Sun,
(which about bajillion years
from now suddenly quits)
shining foisting misery,
where Nyx knocks
(paddy whack give
my dog a bone...) divinely,
knowingly and spiritedly visits
(believe me you) this trumpeting
stupid moron loser
forever doth taint
after this moment
(no need tubby saint
lee and suppress any quaint
gut wrenching chortle)
at what aint
no farce), nor literary feint
yours truly painfully,
sorrowfully, and verily avers,
he now lacks fire and fury
(as if nettled by burrs)
nonetheless, which ambition
dust hanker mink thinks furs,
and foremost (Tom
morrow i.e. purrs
sues tha owl mighty,
where fame posthumously spurs
me amidst pantheon
of great writers
which dream dashed
into a million,
(no...no...no...not
bajillion this instance,
though good guess) pieces
abysmal silence replacing
(palimpsest like),
mine over imagination whirs.
Lives were blooming in the land.
Infants were growing spiritedly.
All with merry hearts enjoyed the days.
Then it was heard from a distance near,
Eastern soldiers are marching to us.
The rattling; the roaming; the rumbling.
Deafening! It deafened the ears.
“Lock the city gates, arm the fortress soldiers
Shoot canon out toward the eastern quickly.”
Authority ordered ceaselessly.
“Whoosh! Crash! City gates in ruins!”
Announced a watching soldier.
“Overrun! Override! Pull down! Set fire!
Fire everywhere!”
Ordered the invaders commander.
A force thus failed to match another.
Before this deadly guests departed,
Piles of corpses had grown on every street;
Treasure houses had been rendered empty.
The raised dust became settled.
The retreated king was out of hiding
And became derided before the lucky few.
He saw the damages and cried aloud -
“Lord! What a lesson I deduce from this!
If I live to build my kingdom again,
I’ll always be ready to be in defence.”
If you build your kingdom with wars,
Always be ready for war.
Need you tell the real warlords?
Listening intently,
My ears draw towards the softest of music
Glistening instantly,
My fears die away… and I find it so therapeutic
I gratefully write this poem
Since I haven’t wrote one in so long…I can’t stand the wait
I spiritedly dance in flawless rhythm
Since I haven’t used my energy in so long…I don’t feel all that great
Flittering ecstatically,
My wings began to elevate in a most treasurable way
Spluttering playfully,
My tears dry away… and my laughter makes the tune dwindle away
The (former) Double Life Of Matthew Scott Harris
Dove finch he following iniquitous
licentious, lecherous longing
extinguished quite
some years ago,
when eldest daughter
stopped being polite
actually she ceased - might
tee angry talking heads
to this papa for months, whose
only asks prays foe praise,
and who doth newt
wish to ignite
animosity from any beloved fan,
whose critical judgement
toward my errant friskiness,
aye snuffed out light
and accepts dues
against prickly don'ts,
and opted to risk broad
casting general height
full actions, which attestation
spiritedly burst asunder
blitzing Lenovo external
screen within minutes bite
mutt hung lest
censorious replies pillory
this sensitive chap
I merely uncorked
irrepressible facet
(asian iron maiden
strangle choke hold)
forced these words
to help give hollow explain
nations of this nada
so shiny white knight
philanderer (juiced now cum
ming clean) by night just
an oon din
aery in Das scribe
bubble during -
the day until...zee...
wife found me absent - yee
(ping, and sowing, thee
rather desiccated oats)
celibacy playing tree
men dose impetus tryst,
viz midlife crisis spree
from sleeping quarters re:
at 724 West Rail
road Avenue, pre
planned within
the basement nee
tricked out as cellar quasi
pent house suite for me
comfortable sleep
ping accommodations,
pleasing this wander
lusting NON GMO lee
burr teen, sans mat,
(and also Scottish Matt)
tress atop boxspring key
ping stockpiles of prurient frilly
laced female lingerie, je
nais se quois, no matter
escapade usual lee
took place in pitch black dark
accouterments singularly, solely,
and strictly necessitated,
arousing, coaxing, and
exciting libido asper
one barenaked lady for
yours truly, whereat
aye do blatantly
confess flute'n glute'n guilt free
to concocting, hat
ching, and orchestrating
profligate secrete
rendezvous aspirations
toward sordid man of la
cherry munch ching Lothario
(a combination Casanova,
Don Juan) wannabe.
As a gymnast with zestful glee
Going to and fro she likes to flee
Climbing up then down freely
Swinging herself wondrously
Showing off to pet monkey she does see on the tree.
With jubilant and vibrant spree
There she is, very mobile as she can be
Exercising faith* spiritedly and enthusiastically
Hopping with pull-ups, strengthening knee
Mimicking pet monkey, assisting her at the counts of one-two-three.
*Mark 11:22 And Jesus answering saith unto them, Have faith in God.
October 8, 2024
2nd place, "Just a Silly Little Poem 10 lines or less" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Miranda Hawley; judged on 10/12/2024
J-oyful Jack is jumping now,
A-s he celebrates his birth;
C-reating a thousand thrill,
K-een heart beats in mirth.
M-erry Jack is jumping now,
H-aving a jovial mood;
A-fter the sadness is gone,
R-apture is brought to the
D-ude.
P-layful Jack is jumping now,
A-lthough it's early in the morn;
S-eptember twenty-second
I-s the day when he was born.
C-oltish high-spiritedly off bed,
O-verjoyed near the tree bough;
L-arking about in the backyard,
A-s joyful Jack is jumping
N-ow.
Jubilantly, excitedly, unabashedly celebrating,
Spiritedly, animatedly, enjoyably consorting,
Awakening to the heat of our African Sun,
Cavorting so splendidly in our gathering so grand,
We applaud our efforts by enjoining our hands,
Declaring our presence that enhances our land,
Honing our talents in this spirit of adventure,
Coming together and appreciating our diverse culture,
Awakening to this creed we have entwined in each heart,
i implore your frivolity and absolute mirth,
Hear ye the sounds of the heartbeat of our land,
See the sublime in our breathtaking sight,
Succumb to the richness of our deep Earthy delights,
Soak in the laughter of our dizzying heights,
Discover their freedom sensuous surrender,
Seek the free fall and let yourself wander....