Best Stabilizing Poems
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Her sapphires seduced him beneath shadowed sheets.
He craves her slender body beneath the crimson setting of the sun
in the far west and before their emerald dream peeks through
he whispers gently in her ear... “Let's make love sweetheart,
take me to your cultivated garden full of marigolds and carnations.”
Holding hands tight, he led her to the place where their first kiss
set off a desirous occurrence, leading two bodies into becoming one.
Sweet miracles of violets and blossoms of lilies seemed to
carry the essence of true infatuation. Captivated by her deep fawn eyes
and her delicate ivory skin, he senses her aspiration of making every
touch valuable and impulsive. For she was his translucent amber jewel
and he was her magical titanium rock stabilizing the lust between
two hungry souls. Before the stars took to shining, and after the
mountains revealed the sunset, they found true destiny within each other.
Blessed be the marriage between a gentle soul and a single tender touch.
Colors Used:
1. Amber 2. Titanium 3. Ivory 4. Violet 5. Emerald 6. Marigold 7. Carnation
8. Crimson 9. Fawn 10. Sapphires
Date Written: March 11, 2016
Categories:
stabilizing, love, lust, marriage,
Form:
Romanticism
"Environmental suits all checked and rechecked. The chamber is sealed."
"PROCEED!".
"We're losing barometric pressure!"
"COMPENSATE!"
"Energy output is constant."
"The rift is stabilizing sir. Air pressure is equivalent to about 15,000 feet altitude."
"Spectrum analysis suggests a red star. That can't be right!"
"Still holding constant."
"EXTEND THE INTER-DIMENSIONAL LENS!"
"Lens breaching the rift."
"Looks about 3000 Kelvin. Oh my God!"
"WHAT?!?!"
"Something humanoid is looking back at us."
"THIS IS NOT AN APPROPRIATE TIME TO BE JOKING!"
"I'm serious sir. I'm switching to a broader view plane."
"No joke, Sir. I saw it too!"
"HOW COULD ANYTHING SURVIVE AT THAT TEMPERATURE?!"
"I did too, and it looked human."
"I've got more of them."
"The depth of field is very shallow, those behind it are blurry."
"What the Hell have we found here?"
"EXACTLY. DISENGAGE KEYHOLE NOW! NOW! NOW!"
20190123
Categories:
stabilizing, anxiety, environment, fear, fire,
Form:
Narrative
The mist of our actions from the past sometimes hit our present days with over spray. Seasons of life twist, turn, overlap as good & bad similarities began to seem repetitive. A cross road within a void of time. Are we steering the path of our destiny or will our destiny take the coarse predestine by creation's origin. The mixture of experiences influence the emotions we carry around daily. Stabilizing our personality to handle the choirs on the daily is priority number one. Explosions of attitudes erupt in the environment as peace is the destiny our heart crave to be the norm all the time. Trying to stop the pain by chasing more pain is that the definition of insane. Days things seem strange are we witnessing the vision of our triumph or repping the benefits of acceptance, enduring the pain. Is the pain is love game being promoted in America as a solution to keep us sane & the key to us having things. Then watch the rich man blow out his brains; cause riches wasn't the solution to his pain.
Enjoy!!!!
Categories:
stabilizing, pain,
Form:
Free verse
i see
they wander
your eyes
through space
through time
their worry
a distant glare
lost they quiver
unsettled in their haze
your silences
your every thought like loud denials
i understand them well
those blurts of fear
the muffled words smothered censored
for fear they can never be unsaid
seeking first a peace
delicately balanced deep within
stabilizing the inner sanctum
making sure words ring true
for fear of death and dying
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~CENSORED~ 2020
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on October 2, 2019
Categories:
stabilizing, angst, anxiety, meaningful,
Form:
Free verse
Line of inquiry: Track where lies the fulcrum of the fragrance of a rose, then likewise find within your soul~~
The wired airplane
sits
upon a single
pointed fulcrum
It can be spun
around
but
stays balanced
Jesus Christ is
my fulcrum
my rose of Sharon
my stabilizing point
I met Him
when I was a wee
child
so young, in new faith
Years have passed
my faith
remains
He is my Rock, my Savior, my Rose of Sharon
Categories:
stabilizing, faith, inspiration,
Form:
Free verse
I am not afraid of Aids
You inflicted man with terror
By destroying the most beautiful thing on earth
That is love
This doesn’t matter whether you are poor or rich
Man used to share sentiments and to proof their blood connection through
making love
It’s the will of God that conception of a man derives from making love
You’re jeopardizing the art of the Almighty
You keep on killing them thinking that you could be the only stabilizing factor
on earth
You are wrong I am prepared for you
Come!! Come!! Come!!
Defeat the weak and those who are in denial of your existence
I test timeously to see whether you’re brave enough
Boffins has discovered a mechanism to ambush you
You fear ARVS like a nightmare of a prisoner
You decide to hide in the cheeks and joins
So that you can remain unconquered
Time is near
I wish to be there by the day of your elimination
To embrace my happy face and the tears of joy
Categories:
stabilizing, abuse, allah, allegory, anti
Form:
Elegy
moved around so fast
outran traces of my past
contacts I'd amassed
with little hesitation
lost sight of situation
not stabilizing
life without compromising
'til next uprising
left holding tight to what was
searching out the next just cause
tangled up in lies
slim prospects can agonize
tear through the disguise
certainly no going back
when all planning goes off-track
some beliefs abide
because of truths which they hide
past acts they've denied
everything and nothing count
souls each taxed by right amount
my own mother's faith
premise easy to forsake
seemed too profit based
afterlife but a cheap trick
fake carrot attached to stick
relativity
defines things differently
with more symmetry
increasing agility
throughout the totality
time a state of mind
often used to try to find
nature's true design
of a mass always the same
yet constantly rearranged
where do we reside
in universe vast and wide
peer out from inside
closer to edge than center
current knowledge can't render
dark skies filled with voids
the cosmologist enjoys
and black hole destroys
this universe more or less
is chock full of nothingness
science lights the way
to where we headed these days
bits, bytes, down runways
send voyages toward Oort cloud
seeing how heavens are plowed
ride the bleeding edge
with data mining we dredge
what Einstein alleged
learning even photons bend
in order to reach their end
Categories:
stabilizing, change, perspective, religion, science,
Form:
Tanka
What kind of mood do we usually have ?
Sometimes a feeling , like when the desert needs its rain ,
Sometimes a feeling , like when the earth needs its sun ,
Sometimes a feeling , like when the silent ground needs its vivid sound.
How does life usually reflect on us ?
Sometimes it can be cold and silent like the winter does. Diligently seeking for a warmness emotion and Soulfully trying for a harmless motion.
Sometimes it can be calm and lively like the spring does. Heartfully letting its joyable impression and Truthfully showing its lovable expression.
Sometimes it can be hot and energizing like the summer does. Revealing bitterly its affinity and Providing assuredly its ability.
Sometimes it can be windy and unbalanced like the autumn does. Steadly holding in the turbulences and Adaptably stabilizing in the circumstances.
These seasons circle one by another, each of them giving and taking some of our preciousness.
No matter in which season our path might be caught ,
We always have to act tightly for what we like , behave knightly for what we care.
Categories:
stabilizing, life, autumn,
Form:
Free verse
I am writing to ask you about yourself
And your family in Nigeria and other black countries.
I have seen the bitter difference here;
The difference between Nigeria and other countries,
Then tears stream down from my eyes as I watch
My people in sorrow and suffering--
I cried as I watched the development here and
Looking back home I remembered our dark streets
And, the roads in tears of potholes and refuse.
Here I am, there is constant power supply,
Good road Network; free from potholes and dirties.
The street lights are working and the drainage
Channels are well strutured like those at Onitsha.
We have an enjoyable atmosphere; free from
Polluted air and polluted water unlike our country.
The government are more interested in Revenue generation rather than revenue sharing and aloitment of public funds.
Everyone is involve in the building of the nation,
They promote fiscal discipline, job creation and economic growth, sport development, restoring confidence in their health sector;
Championing peace, ensuring gender equality and woman empowerment, stabilizing the strength of their sub-region, empowering the youth to be productive home and abroad and,
The educational sectors are not abandoned to strike.
Here I am with tears for our beloved country;
The country whose leaders concentrated more on oil
And abandoning the other sphere of the economy.
Then, we were the highest cocoa producing country but another wiser has taken the glory from us.
Years back, we were the highest oil producing country in Africa but Angola has taken over.
We are no longer producing yam and other Agricultural products.
What happens next if the oil wells dry up tomorrow?
Friend, I have seen the different in my quest for greener pasture.
Tomorrow only can tell where we are going-
Say me well to your family, hope to hear from you
Tales of my country, my craving ears await you.
WILLIAMS
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
#Nigeria# Africa#Tale of poetry#
Categories:
stabilizing, africa, age, art,
Form:
Narrative
Let's have a word from THE RISING SUN:
I rose this morning and spoke hope to the solar system,
reassuring everyone concerned of a stabilizing experience;
and advising citizens all, in my sphere of influence, to take
one day at a time. Moreover, allow me to simply say that
I will dutifully fulfill my daily assignment and take my leave.
I learned from my humble beginning that I cannot control the clouds
nor dictate to the winds that are also on assignment. Come what may,
we only have a say in what our assignment is today. I must go now,
lest I overstay and take away precious time from the setting sun.
Now a word from THE SETTING SUN:
It's been a long day. Some clouds came and threw shadows in the pathway.
My rays knew that the winds would come along and push the clouds along.
So, they kept their steady glow even though not everyone saw them glowing.
I'm learning to be gentler and not force my fiery ways. I try not to stress
and look forward to the end of my day when I will take my rest. I also realize that none of us are perfect, because the entire universe has been ill-affected by the sins of Adam and Eve. But I anticipate the day when we all shall be perfected.
Finally, a word from THE MOON:
I'm ok with being the last on this program of Space and Time.
I don't feel any less than Sunrise or Sunset; honestly, I don't.
I am just one of many brights of the night to help keep the light.
Moreover, the world is infatuated with my variant and beautiful shapes.
I am surrounded by many stars of wonder with such stunning sights.
I must admit that one is hard-pressed to find anything more glorious
than Sunrise or Sunset. Nevertheless, I have always been taught to
believe and realize that my purpose in the night sky is just as
meaningful as Sun, clouds, winds, and every speck of particle
in God's vast domain and awesome universe.
Categories:
stabilizing, sun, sunset, sunshine,
Form:
Personification
Laundering wealthy clothes and other valuables,
baptizing moments and grand white-washed events,
scrubbing dissonant deposits
into healthy places and times,
laundering life with transcendent love.
When we're done sitting in solidarity with Earth's laundry,
it's probably time to start over,
or succumb to our own stinky mess of pseudo-wealth
Therapeutically baptizing body-minds toward resilient health
may require soaking in resonant eco/ego co-awareness,
eco-herent
eco-operative
ecompassioning co-identity.
Clean chi-body clothes cover
and uncover,
discover,
recover would be co-redeemers of healthy mental wealth
rediscovering spiritually naturing systems.
Corporate-sponsored competitive detergents
of urgent LeftHemisphere enculturation
have blinded too many to a more polycultural Received Tradition:
human nature evolved through interdependent mentorships
of caregiving and nurturance and cooperation
between
within
among
inclusive of all Earth's tumbling Tribes
learning natural relationships
in environmental systems
stabilizing through mutual solidarity,
like air with fire,
soil with water.
Too often Left-Brain Dominance
has confused our designer attire and attitudes
facilitator scrubbing functions
mutual mentoring
co-redemptive economic EcoLogical Co-Operative Vocations
with those we have labeled
"Sole Proprietor"
and "Owner" of Nature's Laundry.
These labels tend to come off
during a healthy multicultural stone-washed thrashing
of decompositional analysis.
EgoCentrism,
like traumatic AnthroCentrism,
and its oppressor cousin, RacialElitism,
and MonoCultural SurfaceCleaned Tolerance
fail to wash well
for achieving long-term EcoCentric
PolyCultural
Health-Wealth Optimization Outcomes.
HumanHubris confuses ourselves,
scrubbing down our Beloved EarthHost
as if She were a monopolistically-intended Flea,
resulting in great misfortune
especially for Earth's future grandchildren
drowning in over-populated toxic pain in the everywhere.
They could have been our much Beloved Community,
if we would regenerate this drying out revolution,
permaculturally washing
with Earth's Nature-Balancing
decompositional soap
of ecological intelligence.
Categories:
stabilizing, creation, culture, earth, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Nature loves diversity
just as air abhors a vacuum.
Stability lives in staged apposition with diversity
as Yang predicts Yin,
as time moving stably forward
predicts time imagined more diversely
as the history of regeneratively slow-evolving Earth.
Stability, without conjoining diversity,
is a highly subjective attribution
when blanketed across a lifespan,
when covering a generation of interdependent lifespans,
even when defining a genetically stable species
across many re-stabilizing generations.
What is stable within a life
is what is reliably conserved,
like a heart beat,
and breathing,
digesting and eliminating,
consumer and producer functions,
economic and political forms of conserving balance,
cooperative survival of the best interdependence
more than competitive Win/Lose frictions,
or all thoughts and feelings of stability
disappear.
Conserving stability over a lifetime
is a highly subjective attribution,
perhaps too broad and sweeping,
too global and universal
too totalitarian
too elitist biased
to be more microscopically accurate
across any one lifespan.
For example,
the growth rate of an infant
could not be stably conserved
throughout an eight-decade human life span,
nor could the constant two-year old questions, Why?
conserve stability
in a four-decade middle-age climate
of chronic crisis
about half-empty ecopolitical ego-stability.
Adolescent adventures in gender-related competitions
over multigenerational cooperations
could not stably conserve
a marriage
or a nation
or a planet
across a regenerative trans-speciating lifespan
of co-domesticating creolization,
democratization of shared wisdom,
health,
wealth.
I wonder if conserving stability
of bilateral mind,
and centering on stability with diversity body
more likely matriarchal than patriarchal,
oriented toward health and safety
across eight positive WinWin regenerations,
at eight-decades of humane life,
facing immanent individual ego-death,
could already be conservatively stabilizing
in the bicameral mindbody
of an infant child,
or even a stuck in adolescent competitions
patriarchal-dominant
nation?
Categories:
stabilizing, destiny, earth, health, integrity,
Form:
Political Verse
Everybody loves grapes,
Sweet and tender berries,
Ripening in the sun,
What a splendid sight,
Nourished from mother root,
Embedded deep under,
In darkness she feeds,
Something we never see,
Or even think about,
Working actively,
Keeping stable her plant,
Holding tightly to the ground
Balancing and stabilizing,
Absorbing and watering;
Branches drink,
Like milk from the breast
Warmth of the sun cradles
Flowering beauty blossoms,
Children suckle in gladness,
Maturing fruit rejoice,
Bringing forth,
Intoxicating abundance
Overflowing with wine.
Wendy Jae
Categories:
stabilizing, poetry,
Form:
Personification
Climate change
is to unitarian instincts
as global terrorism
is to universal resonance.
Voting for Trumpian terrors
as a vote for change
to drain Washington's swamp
is one of the confusions of our ecopolitical lexicon,
allowing a pathological climate against healthy change
when we need a healthy climate for stabilizing
swamps in their best ecosystemic places
and capital city re-investments
in our diverse creolizing ecopolitical spaces.
Climate therapies urgently needed
for stabilizing creolic chaotic swamps
in their better and healthier locations,
presumably no longer to include Washington
or Moscow,
are therapies of 0-core bicameral mindfulness
and internal/external co-arising peace.
Budgeting and planning to invest
in more and ever more military offensive change
is not a healthy wealth of defensive strategy.
Calling military offense our strongest defense
does not make a terrorizing offensiveness
more politically or economically palatable climate choice.
Militaristic
nationalistic offensiveness
is to change our swampy climate of jingoistic cheap patriotism
by growing it into a fear-mongering Colossus,
not draining us out and in past Lady Liberty's beacon Promise.
Our commercial and commodified Trumpian cities
have sold us
what they have told us
we must industriously want to ecopolitically buy.
But, that does not change
universal and unitarian truths,
distinctions between climate health
and ecopolitical landscapes of pathology.
Selling climate change denial and ever more military offense
further accelerates our global climate of now critical illness,
which is unjustly the opposite
of climate therapy
beginning within each and every
0-sum WinWin polypathic heart
and nondual mindbody
co-arising internal
toward external
ego-peace informing eco-justice.
Climates change
therapeutic unitarian instincts
as global terrorism
scares the patriarchal pants off
naked universal-matriarchal resonance.
Categories:
stabilizing, change, culture, education, gender,
Form:
Political Verse
I have this dream where I'm a poet
and my life's an open book.
I write anything and everything
so that one person can feel everything
and anything, one thing or
something-connectedness maybe.
That rich deep running place where energy
springs from, my soul's well,
a place where
she goes to skinny dip,
or just dabble her toes in,
I write whatever comes to mind
then read slowly with the ticking of time.
She's my only fan, reads all my first editions,
my rough drafts amaze her,
editing astonishes her,
always waiting for the next chapter,
she tends to say leave your mistakes unchanged,
my words are her, everything I want to do to & for her,
I shine the mirror of words and the
description seen is a beautiful scene,
put your hand up and block the glare, that's you isn't it?
That ugly duckling full of innocence,
now look at you, so magnificent...
it's not so much the words or how they fall in place,
it's a gift shared, a hidden space seen,
the uncovering of vulnerabilities,
lyrics for a heart's melody.
I dream to one day captivate her undivided attention,
be satisfied as much as she's amazed to what's written
and do it singularly, for tonight, and the time it took life to create
heaven and planet Earth's dirt,
my words are anchored by her worth.
A Stabilizing thought in today's raging seas.
We ride a ship called Destiny
Finding my way through this lifelike maze,
seeking the benefit of love in a petri dish,
experiment gain the benefit
and to the measure of this that is written
experience and expose the highs and the lows
of what a poet dreams of, that one person,
you to be exact, might be listening.
Whispering
Categories:
stabilizing, destiny, for her, how
Form:
Free verse