Best Squarely Poems
Dare We Beat Evil With Truth And A Heavy Sledge
Fresh rain pounded out cleaning again our Mother earth
above squirrels chattering for all they are worth
what matters is in this life we simply obey
do our very best and sometimes we kneel to pray
for guidance and follow the dear heaven-sent light
develop fully our brains to see with true sight
see glittering stars above, know our God is love
face off squarely and with heart deal world's push and shove
such gives us dear Lord's blessings and truth to walk straight
walk proud as we live, remember it's not too late
share our happiness with family and our friends
with conviction know Heaven be ours in the end.
Dare we beat evil with truth and a heavy sledge.
With our faith know wisdom and truth gives us the edge.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
Oct. 27th, 1979, age 25
This world has become so depressing
cutting to the soul removing the rights of prayer
everyday listening to a gestapo styled media that tells nothing but lies
morning noon and night it speaks of nothing but misery
Under martial law pushing restriction after restriction
pandemic is the new scamdemic that poisons minds
turning neighbour against neighbour removing peaceful living
Chaos you are the virus silencing the truth from speaking
war is declared on those whom choose to live life in faith
this new age has put their beliefs squarely on a piece of fabric
God be merciful to us all as many characters have become judgemental
they talk like the voodoo doctors that support the culture of death
twisted science has no place in society attacking our personal choice
the past repeats itself only under different tactics
Liberals are not Holy
they are wolves dressed up as sheep pretending to care
this is just another exercise in abusing human rights
Evening comes softly, stealing colors of day—
a rainbow of hues, fading slowly to gray.
Ten thousand days, seeking fortune and fame,
and ten thousand more, all in all just the same.
The dreams of my dad; the hopes of my mom
rest squarely on me, now that they’re gone.
The world swirls around me, alive and decaying.
Who’s in charge of it all? Who’s fasting? Who’s praying?
I kneel at life's altar of hope and despair.
The truth and its witness are already there.
I’ve won a choice few and damn all the rest.
Did I give it my all? Did I give it my best?
Now verdict’s been rendered; the court’s had its say.
Its verdict my shroud; its mercy my stay.
1st Place, Your Favorite Old Poem, Judy Konos
Me and you without a clue
Of half the things that we'll go through
From early morn till late at night
Side-by-side through this life
Riding high this Tilt-A-Whirl
You will always be my girl
Up and down in and out
Both of us squarely spinning round
Clearly not a piece of cake
Making do with the desserts we make
A many-faceted diamond, rounded pearl
I'm so blessed that you're my girl
Grooming all we know with a fine-tooth comb
Then placing a bow on our happy home
It's our belief that sets us free
And I believe in you and me
Whatever goes down in this crazy world
You will always be my girl
The biggest threat to our humanity and way of life
is engraved within those whom get consumed by untruths
God controls this planet not science playing as host
man is destroying it with nuclear waste
leaking daily in many parts of this world
also using missals with poisonous heads
and toxic weapons through wicked acts of war
Now there is nothing conspiracy about facts displayed
The world over science in this field is tampered with
to suit new designs on another means to tax basically
your the climate scientist I have just made my comment
Based squarely on an article
in how my soul sees a corrupt body
hiding facts using upside down research mind boggling
I wanted to add purple to my garden, she said.
She was lucky to have me, I thought in my head.
What about catmint, hydrangea, or meadow rue?
She looked confused, like she did not know what to do.
There is always lavender, corydalis, alluring allium too.
She took a step back and landed heavily on my shoe.
Spiderwort, mist flower, violet, anise, I suggested to her.
She did not respond fast, so I mentioned lupine, so pure.
How do you know so much about flowers, she asked me.
I don’t know, I guess I have grown up with them naturally.
Verbena, leading lady plum and bellflower might be the way…
She screamed, turned on her heel, and ran squarely away.
Written 6-5-2022
Contest: Purple Flower Contest
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron Flores
it can be a market crash
a global outbreak
it can be a Mount Saint Helen
for me it was Northridge, California
January 17th, 1994
I saw myself in the eyes of children
hungry, shocked, confused
clinging to mothers
their reality and the earth
both trembling underfoot
I was given no script, no rules to follow
all that was asked of me was empathy
to understand, to be one of God's children
to see nothing more became an eligibility factor
one man came bruised, bludgeoned
his stare a chisel to stone
the truth echoing from his wife
her face, her words
the doors that he crumbled
the force of his mission
to save neighbors
dozens if not more
how he flew under media scrutiny
sitting before me
my heart the only thing between them
and the miracle of sustenance
I became severed
then placed the gift of humanity
squarely at their feet
I’d like too invite all to be my guest
a dine of mindfulness and rhyme digest
a week of conflict now victory blessed
standing united to silence a pest
Since the last time you heard from me I was banned again
ran my mouth and pen and stand condemned
taking a time out as the site suspended
yet always polite to poets I’ve befriended
In my lifetime of few consistences
a sucker for trouble
not designed for resistance
never stuck in a bubble
don’t run nor crumble
my back’s up I stand tall
I’m one for the rumble
not decided but natural
I’m an alpha with a non fictional reaction
I can’t stray from friction I give it back to ‘em
They flint
I flame
retardants
don’t reign
Even with intense insistence I’m risky
back and forth witty hits get me frisky
I’m Jack Daniels confrontation’s whiskey
and as it ascends force
whistling me wolf
I submit my thoughts
with all above board
but as the war gets me bored
within my core recycled and restored
enemy amo pours out below par
firing missiles I go to far
through lost remorse
this one track horse
gallops the course
with overwhelming force
only to fail care and I fall where I fell before
Standing up squarely
Cus nobody scares me
then punished unfairly
cus I ain’t no fairy
Deemed out of line
as I mouth my mind
blow for blow with swines
or write down rhymes
I’ve got one finger for sign language
knowing 5 fold in flight damage
You’re not the first to run me down
I’m not one to get the boys around
“I know a lot of people” not my threat
get me vexed I come direct
Others rely on their made up crew
not me though mate I come straight for you
One minute you’re coming calling me chump
the next minute running Forest Gump
I’ve never experienced intimidated slumps
the altercation ignition leads me to jump
start the motor ticks, over being a victim
insults thrown deflect don’t sink in
get thrown back with hurt inflicting
stand his ground does Nick Trim
Will call us HMS Victory and him the birds eye on a French deck,
one cannon ball later he’s drenched in a shipwreck
So thanks to the soupers standing with me,
the victory with us not he,
again I say soupers standing with me
are the ones standing victoriously
In the evening of my anger,
My blood has boiled to scorch,
The Ravens voice is rhetorical unto my answers
The clock will chime until it has ticked me off
The Shadows continue to play wild games;
Of dark and trickery,
Wrathful, like a widowed soul,
Lost to all bewitching madness,
Scraping at the walls, for their true identity,
Yes I believe they can talk,
They have told the many secrets,
I'm forced to speak of now,
In this house,
Chandeliers are hung like the victims of loneliness,
Shining bright at a flickers chance,
Royal paintings adorned throughout halls,
Showing solemn ancestors, burning my heart
With their wicked eyes,
Into my bedroom, where the sheets
Cut squarely against my skin;
Causing yet another irritating chafe,
Rubbing until my flesh falls off with a toss
Of the covers
Trapped by my house of anger!
A room lifted by the sound of a bed
The ruffles meander about itself
I desire to leave my imprint on it
Knowing how soft the sound is
I want to lay on it with my soul
The powerful allure rests on me
Intriguing is the base, the support
I know not the purpose of the desire
I fear that I have no tiredness in me
I just am drawn to it, a harmonious draw
I take a jump and I land squarely on it
Feeling the ripples of the solid bed
I laugh, foolishly I get up to see
The spot I had lain on the bed
It wasn’t as good as I thought
Just an emptiness there within me
I am lost, the bed loses itself here
Two entities are without meaning
Where does the bed go without me
I sit, contemplating the depth
Of my bed’s encompassing power
No sound escapes me, I’m soft
The bed’s soft, we are aligned
Where the pillows are, I want to be
I’m drawn in, I fall within the bed
To finally sleep off the secrets
Of me and my bed’s universal uniqueness
Made to meld as one tonight
Russell Sivey
Keep smiling all the time !!!
Trials and troubles and despairs are unavoidable
Until one sleeps in the cold embrace of a quiet cellar
Never mind the tribulations that continue returning
Don't lay down your arms while smiling all the time.
It is in the nature of life, problems keep on haunting
Never ever get jammed by setbacks that keep visiting
Stand up firm and face the predicaments squarely
Maintain your while smiling all the time.
The distress may be physical or psychological
Afflicting the physical entity or the mental
Bear the hurt calmly for nothing is permanent
Gird up your loins while smiling all the time.
Not to lose sleep and protest the state of affairs
Let things and events happen at their own pace
For there shall be light at the end of the tunnel
So continue the march while smiling all the time.
Life is factual and not be taken inconsiderately
It is to be lived with joy and cheer constantly
Facing all agitations or tensions optimistically
Clutch the Lord tightly while smiling all the time.
In the kingdom's sanctuary,
atop the regal frame,
lies the emblem of sacrifice,
the crown's hallowed blame.
Nor adorned- with precious jewels-
reflecting royal might,
even more a symbol of august-authority,
a captivating seep of darkness piercing light.
O, the crown, a stately jest, replacing HIS due crest,
a weight upon the brow, and a blow upon HIS chest.
A burden and a blessing, it graces all all allows.
But behind the sparkling thorns, a story avowed
by Veronica's Veil
and a mysterious shroud that spreads wings
over the land like a tapestry of identity
and title deed over Death and Hell.
Of sacrifice and hardship,
manifolded for Man in a bleed.
The journey, ever burdened, by both heart and hand
and blood of gland to seed.
The guardian of Man and the seas
to land squarely at HIS lap.
He doth drink up the seas.
For a crown oft conceals the trials of a king,
the battles fought within,
the tears that cause the mushroom ripple
of restoring, need.
Each gemstone in a crown
holds a memory, etched-
in our individual and collective soul,
of joys and sorrows, of kingdom’s role,
what then more of a crown of thorns?
It holds souls in it's symboligy and irony.
And as a crown bestows grandeur
on a chosen head,
it whispers tales of triumphs, and whispers
of the once hopeless dead.
For love, is a double-edged sword that can rend mountainous rock into a river for a worthy land.
It can build splendid kingdoms or leave ruins
of heart in unsown empty hand.
So, behold ye the one who wore the crown
of might and love.
For beneath it lay the weight of the World,
to bear our plights of sin and bond.
Thus, let us not envy the crown HE bore.
Instead, let us remember-
the heavy share of load and lighten HIS,
evermore.
If we but listen to his WORD.
Poems creep in like spiders, capturing me in web so fair.
Poems slip in like mice, sticky traps holding them in place.
Poems prance in like majorettes, throwing batons in the air.
Sci-Fi dances around in my muse’s brain, taking all the space.
Poems twirl around my dendrite highway, waking me up.
Poems shake me off the bed, landing me squarely on the floor.
I hear the last line, and I think “was that word buttercup?”
Poems laugh at my consternation, their humor I deplore.
Poems slide by on the wings of undiscovered pretty galaxies.
They jump into my head at restaurants when I cannot find a pin.
Poems dive bomb my bed at night, witch-like in their hex-ease.
They throw themselves at me in bathrooms; I simply cannot win.
I do the best I can though, amusing poems in ways I do not dream.
They throw down words I have never heard, and so I look them up.
Poems own me, taking me hostage in a pretty hostage stream.
Did you hear that? I have to know. Was that word buttercup?
Life is an attitude
It's nothing to do with misfortune
Just stay strong in heart and in mind
Be positive in everyday's dealing
Always ask God for good health
To face the challenge squarely
Don't complaint but find initiative
To get things done proud and happy
Be thankful when blessing receive
Be humble when praising God and men
Blow candles and slice cakes with people you love
Enjoy every moment you have experience
Don't stay in sorrow for long
Be contented of what you have
Do good to yourself and to others
Believe, pray and rely to God always.
Winter, when you first arrived,you were such a treat!
How You teased our hearts; you never missed a beat!
The children reveled in your promise of snow
And at first sign of flurries little faces came aglow
Come nights, they were tucked in bed warm and tight
While you squarely laid your carpet of pure white
You hung icicles for garlands as you trimmed the trees
As snowmen and angels guarded the streets
While I’m grateful for each visit this time of year
Boredom's now settled in; there’s no more room here
How I yearn for bright sunshine; to walk bare feet in the house!
O, winter, be gone! Spring fever is roused.
~*~
01/23/13