Best Stabilize Poems
To stop her tears flowing endlessly,
remembering eleven years ago,
a helpless injured body, beaten
By her own hands,
smashed her head on the wall,
dripping a fountain of blood.
That day, she hypnotized
her spirit and soul
Not to abandon her,
but carry her wounded shadow
To her doctor,
lamenting for help.
Her youth was evaporating,
she needed to stabilize
her elderly emotions,
to stop living in the past,
if not, her future,
will never be lived.
Cured Today.
She did intercept to abolish
Her melancholic delusional thoughts,
and involve her dreams
To wake up,
project a beautiful ambiance.
She did nourish her desire
not to surrender,
to the unhealthy society,
but enjoy sharing the love
To remain affectionate,
even sentimental
towards life.
She will embark her thoughts
To lift her compassion,
imagination, and forgiveness,
fascinate her existence with
The will power,
to fight to live.
She will then, become strong,
befriend her emotions,
kindness and sensitiveness,
all her loyalties,
to allow her soul
be occupied, with joy.
She will feel the urge to
Find a place in time to withdraw,
dream how to replenish herself,
Forbid her mind to remain
ailing,
and survive.
She will then, live with a mission,
become saturated with gratitude
Being alive,
in the present time.
Therese Bacha
Like an abandoned house in dire need
of care, it stands amid the tangled weeds
which hide from it an open, brighter view.
The boarded windows keep inside what's in
and out what's out, like eyes and ears shut tight;
The only passage is the rigid door
which bears deep wounds from angry winds and rain
that lash and pound to leave huge splintered gaps.
And all around the rotted shingles show
decay from sad neglect of timely care.
These signs of death negate the days when once
it harbored life, and light shone from within.
Let's cut the weeds which block the broader view;
expose the rolling hills and valleys too.
Take down the boards; leave open windows free
to breathe each season's air, and clear the dank
and static haze. Let's mend the weathered door
with stronger wood, impervious to wind
and rain. But let it swing both in and out
to stabilize the hinges' stress and strain.
Let's tend to rotted shingles, and replace
them one by one to build a brand new look.
Let's make the time to care, renew, and then...
let's live...and let the light shine once again.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Premiere Contest: 2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 13
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Judged: 01/30/2019
~2nd Place~
Contest: Screwed IX
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
Judged: 12/24/2015
. we
are
prisms
of raw emotion
filled with sadness
sometimes filled with joy
virtually impossible to hold
because we overfill your soul
until you just have to let us go
to equalize and stabilize
yourself once more
"The forest is a sanctuary where you can grow to be you," ... by the Poet.
The passing of a torch, when Spring was announced,
was noted in the melting quarter of winter memories, as a sun climbs in
its forgiving rays; hoping its extent will favor the many listless foliage
that shy away the hours and that will soon purify vividly.
A forest is a sanctuary of admirable heights,
indelible spreads in the reach of golden beams.
The nurturing glow is a blessed welcoming, as glimmerings of first light,
and in its duration;
at the lower regions,
are duly usual reliance on root's deep hold of the earth
will stabilize their stature.
The lesser herbage of lowly pinnacles beneath shades of tree boughs
whereby the sun's light skips and winks a trace of them, is nevertheless
enriched with nutrients that will foster its growth.
These passionate plantings in harsh spotty sites amid forested trees are all
functions of the grand scheme of nature at its finest. Two, of the three
sanctuaries, the Flora, is known as the greater of the living greeneries.
The Funga is the lesser of the verdancy of the woods' life.
Then there are the incidentals of nature, and their animated interactions known as the third sanctuary; the Fauna. They soar, stride, slide, and swim.
Most move free of incidents, and others, not quite so. It's the
beast of the jungle that rules. They set them, and when broken,
there will be consequences. It is the pattern set by nature for the cycle of life.
One life dies as a gift for another to live. These are the rigid realities of the
woodlands, though not limited here,
but relevant beyond this sanctuary's realm.
The entrance of Spring seasons well the vibrancy of greens evolving greener.
Anticipative varieties of colorful flowers can survive the thick overhangs
of a forest.
Fauna, or animal life forms, infest these regions generously.
Spring here in the forested jungles is no different from the expressed lands
beyond its perimeters.
The Wicket of Spring has opened its forest sanctuary.
Struggling.
When will I intervene
to stop my tears
from flowing endlessly.
When will I take action to
invade my happiness
hiding in my closet.
Walk.
When will I hypnotize
my spirit and soul
not to abandon me,
nor elope with
my liberty.
Action.
When will I embark
lift up
my compassion
imagination
and forgiveness
to fascinate
my existence.
Smile.
When will I stabilize
my elderly
emotions to stop
living in the past,
if not, my future
will never be lived.
Expectations,
When will I get ready
to walk a path full of roses,
ask them advice
how to find peace
in my within.
Ready To Act.
When will I become strong
befriend my emotions, kindness ,
and sensitiveness,
plus all my loyalties.
Wake up.
When will I feel the urge
find a place in time
to withdraw,
dream
how to replenish myself
otherwise
my mind will remain
ailing
to survive.
Venture.
When will I nourish
my desire
not to surrender
to the ugliness
aggressiveness hatred
living around us.
Echoing.
I should intercept
hypnotize my melancholic
delusional thoughts,
But involve my dreams
wake up,
project a beautiful
ambience,
remind me to
dream again.
Therese Bacha
13 August 2013
As I'm looking across the horizon of blue
There I soulfully know are wars tearing our
countries and bombing many homes,
And ruined many economic businesses of few,
Lest they have ruined, ruined many a homeland
thus destroyed.
There are a hopelessness and forlorn of poverty
Among the innocent children, clothed in rags,
They're also drinking and eating polluted
contaminants which makes them frail,
Is there not a higher power of fruition to
bring a balanced moral of support.
Suffer not the little children; is there a greater
Kingdom for all to walk in harmony or amnesty.
Is there or can there be a quest for all our people
here on earth?
To reign peace and prosperity to one and all
This could be a great creation to establish and
stabilize an equal balance upon the fruition on earth.
Written: 10,26,2014
Theresa
The Moon, our moon, the glossy Moon.
Who did put that blowing ball face, on you?
It must have been God, with a smile.
Yes, He knew how, He would form you.
Perfect in size and ability to reflect light.
Without our heavenly partner; might not there be life.
You stabilize Earth’s orbit and tilt.
You give us our four seasons continuously.
Yes, just being you, hefty and weighty.
You effectuate upon the seas ebb and flow.
Lovers delight and glow in your glossy Moonlight.
Reflect on us, glossy Moon tonight.
Embrace, our love this very night.
Enhance us with your glowing light.
Passions are being projected among the stars.
Two hearts are on one another's thoughts.
Couples clasping on each other palm.
They glimpse with adornment at the Glossy Moonlight.
I had an obscure feeling when I arrived
But I could not tell what was brewing inside
All around was complete darkness overshadowed
by a radiant glowing light forcing its way from behind
Surely it wasn’t a myth or a parable
They were spoken words written in plain language
positioned in the middle of sky for everyone to comply.
Two angels held a scroll in firm position watching
the deceptive world straining under its conceited weight
gazing steadfastly upon them.
One was weeping the other smiling
and a third moving around in circles
scraping residue from dried up wells.
I could barely make out those words
but the message was an explicit warning
to put away dissension and stabilize the crumbling world
It expressed that God is still in control.
The weeping angel took the scroll and landed on a rock
She dips the scroll in the tainted green sea water and wept
for hours in the middle of the sea on top of the solid rock
she tore up the wet soaked scroll and scattered it into the water.
Suddenly a portion of the sky turned brick red,
Forcing powerful men and women to fled
Heat penetrating their naked skins
melting their arrogance
tormenting their conscience
and pulling every substance from within.
Men haggling over men
women scrambling over women
powers dismantling powers
forcing the oppressors to comply
and throw their filthy garments aside.
The angles have spoken
multitudes of them robed in white raiment
appeared on land exchanging stones for sand.
©2013 Christine Phillips
Reflecting on the broken past,
All I see is smoke and flames.
The million bridges I left burning,
This house of matches that I made.
An obvious flaw in the design,
The blueprints were drawn to fail.
Sketched with a ink,
A shade called failure.
On a boat named "Going Nowhere" with no sail.
Sailing sea's of the blackest emptiness,
A perfect disaster I did create.
The can of gas now empty,
I constructed this great blaze.
My life, my loss, my loneliness.
The ashes poured in empty graves.
The coffins held no bodies,
Rather the world I could not save.
They followed me to failure,
Not a leader but a slave.
Marching to someone else's drum,
I lost myself along the way.
I forgot the meaning found in deep blue skies!
That the sun would rise to fight the shade,
And in the process it would kill the pain.
The demons fled from sight.
Destroying the shadows darkness made.
How the trees would dance in the perfect breeze,
And that flowers smiled as they prayed.
Thank God for the lonely Moon,
Who did record a promise that I made.
"I will fight throughout the darkest night,
Restoring order with my sword.
Uproot the seeds that sorrow sowed,
When peace an torment went to war.
I will be a voice for the voiceless.
A sign of hope for those who cannot see.
A vision of triumph to symbolize Death's,
For the ones who cannot dream.
A beacon in the night,
For all who remain lost.
A knight to fight the war for you,
No matter what it costs.
A pillar of strength,
To stabilize the shaken.
From blooming Spring to Winters frost."
I swear I will find you in that darkened forrest,
Beneath the dying leaves.
A shoulder for you to lean upon,
And I swear I'll never leave.
Since It's very hard living in these
days & times
I don't mean pick up a gun & gather
a group to help you run
A campaign
Must be created & implemented
with Thought & Education
Unless you rather spend your time
behind bars in frustration
Without freedom of your own god
given talents
I'm not trying to say these words to
draw interest through ballads
I say them to educate to the
revolutionary thinker
Power is something we all think of
Rarely we realize what it really takes
to attain
Power with the correct education
will stabilize & stimulate the brain
Money will rescue you from the
debts of poverty
Without a strategy to think
The oppressor is waiting for us to
unite & fight
They have one button tactics that
will blow us in the blink of an eye
sight
To supersede
We must revolutionize the mind to
encourage ourselves away from any
form of evil
"Revolution means Bloodshed"
So that means we must help socio-
systematically
Self encourage a systematic finance
for our own people
Because we used to have ownership
What we must re create
Is a tactic
Intelligently revolutionizing black &
white people empowerment
Re-developed economic business
entreprenuer thinkers
Self created invention & services
That will annialate the mental &
physical mass consumption of
consumer dreamers
I curse away one head to stabilize the thinking,I curse away the set of eyes that forever fall from the face to set a clear vision.I curse away the spear,the nation builder to educate the ***** controlled youth.i curse away your home and give the country a roof over their heads.
In the name of Hani,Sobukwe,Plaatjie and Biko I cast away the power hungry demons,I cast away the big tummied devils and I also cast away the raw fish eating kings.In light of peace,love and harmony I pray for justice,sense and sanity.I pray for the end of blood shed,xenophobic attacks and women bashing.
Black against black,white against white,black against white,our sense of sight has been racially removed.A rainbow belongs in the sky,I will continue to carry a gun and shoot everyone who looks different.Dompas memories,Bantu Stans living,Africanism disappearing I curse away tenderpreneurship.
Big beard,farmer clothing and a monkey hating gun.Game drives on police vans I will drag race with the monkey tied at the back.Blood spilling,dark screams as you touch base with your ancestors.1652,1990,1994 I curse away the Dromedaris.
"Black like me"
Cheeky black statements,arrogant monkeys,I call upon the mirror.
Mirror mirror on the wall prove that blacks are still stupid.
Mirror mirror on the wall hope the trick works again.
Green,Gold and Black
We hope for greener pastures,gold fields to rid poverty but we know black will always darken our futures.
G-Force
Anchor loyalty,
Generate Life;
Prostate Earth,
Be It's Root,
Stabilize Firmly,
Deeply Soil,
Know The Position,
Stay Focus,
Keep Faith,
Pray Daily....
And The Rest Will Follow...
The World's elite have made it their goal,
to get the population under control.
They hatched out a plan,
for their fellow man,
while they reproduce and live to be old.
A total population of 250-300 million people, a 95% decline from present levels, would be ideal. - Ted Turner - founder of CNN. (Age 80, 5 children)
In order to stabilize population, we must eliminate 350,000 people per day.
-Jacques Cousteau - explorer, conservationist. (Lived to be 87, 4 children)
If I were reincarnated I would wish to be returned to Earth as a killer virus to lower human population levels. - Prince Phillip - married the Queen of England.
(Age 97, 4 children)
Finally I had thought that at the time Roe was decided, there was concern about population growth in populations that we don't want to have too many of.
- Ruth Bader Ginsburg - Supreme Court Justice. (Age 86, 2 children)
The most merciful thing a large family can do to One of its infant members is to kill it. - Margaret Sanger - laid ground work for planned parenthood (Lived to be 86, 3 children)
I'm pro-choice, I'm for assisted suicide, I'm for regular suicide, I'm for whatever gets the freeway moving - that's what I'm for. It's too crowded, the planet is too crowded and we need to promote death. - Bill Maher - HBO personality. (Age 62 no children, thank God)
She left you alone without saying any word
This rumor is circulating, it's all in the world
Did you love her right the way that she loved you?
If I were you, I'd do what is necesarry unlike you
Because here's the thing you should know about her
She needs respect more than riches from your heir
She doesn't need to be strangled to death with rules
Or else she'll feel sick and leave you like a fool
Affection is not enough to stabilize built relationship
Understanding is what she needed to save the sinking ship
For love is such a difficult word to scrutinize
It's more than what you feel and what you try to immobilize
She is unpredictable and you can't read her mind
You need to be sensitive with her feelings and be kind
Honesty is what she like and you'll win her heart
Don't let your world revolve into her or tear her apart
Let her feel that you are compassion with your words and actions
Don't treat her like a burden and give bunch of sanctions
She is vulnerable and she needs your strength
Let her feel that she's protected with your strength
Never use your hand to a woman who just made a mistake
A real man never hurts a woman, knows the essence of give and take
So chase her and show how valuable is your loyalty to her
Don't mess up and put your relationship into blur
Let her feel that she's once again secured
The spark in her eyes will once again allure
America, you are bipolar
Mother of invention and murder
Father of civil rights and lynching
Your children listen to hip hop and death metal
b-boys and skinheads
America you are bipolar
the biggest gay rights champions and the most hateful psycho-bigots
America, what are you?
the greatest artists and heinous murderers
America, when can we find a treatment for you that will finally
stabilize you?
the world is waiting for your treatment regimen, America.
on that glorious day when we can finally call the world
holistic.