Best Standeth Poems
What manner of an angel be
my love, who standeth here?
Such beauty did I never see
in any Earthly year.
What mighty magic has she cast
to make me love her so,
that if I should for aeons last,
still with her I shall go?
What wonders lay beneath her breast
and weigh my heart like stones?
These eyes of mine did never rest
on any sweeter bones.
What better end have I to meet
than ‘fore my Lady break me
to lift me in her embrace sweet
and to her darkness take me?
Categories:
standeth, deathme,
Form:
Romanticism
Thy love for me is sure,Knoweth I,
right from genesis,my heart goeth to thee,
ours had the permission of Cupid and holy saints,
Thou knoweth my strength and my weakness,
No dame like thee,my diamond!my moon!,
we -two were paired by the heavens,
whether thou goeth I go,just like Siamese twins,
The perfume of thy body filleth my nostrils,
Thy blinking eyelids beacon for affection
with twilight of hope and passion without caution,
I`m enthused,bemused and amused,O`! thou angel,
Thou art my golden crown;precious jewel!.
But now,thou jewel! Thou art being tarnished,
Sickness and ailment override thy being,
Thy blinking eyes are darker than scarlet;
Thy succulent lips drier than tanned horse skin,
Joy of motherhood turns to sorrow of departure;
O`death!,coward!,where lieth thy face?,
Our bond is stronger than thee,
Stretcheth forth thy hands, but thou hold her not,
For my hands standeth in-betwixt like a rock,
Summon all thy tools,we shall reigneth supreme,
O`,mother nature!closeth not thy eyes,
help us to fight this eater eating into her blood;
O` eater!,for thou to be a victor;
Prepareth to eat two meals at a time,
for our vow remains sacred and true;
"In death,we are one" and
"In death , we have won".
*Eater--cancer of the blood
CONTEST:'Bringin'out the "thees and thous" sponsored by Lisa Cooper poetessdarkly
Categories:
standeth, life, love, art, art,
Form:
Free verse
The hate, the wait
the crimes, the times
endless situations occur
where is love?
why so much hatred?
amongst those that are known
where is the love? Some families are feuding
misguided confusion
air pollutions
germs and toxic environments
unemployment on the rises
flooding and unknown substances
water contaminated in some areas
the world in hate, in so many places
where is the love?
not getting along
no reason at all
just an unlike
some are scorned
where is the love?
making a difference
changing the atmospheres
showing your love
a legacy is known
giving a hug, changing a life
not bitter and always strife
within you, there is a goal
showing a smile is worth the while
more love is needed, not a lot of hate
Jesus died for us all
love standeth abroad.
Categories:
standeth, change, giving, love, peace,
Form:
Free verse
Outrageous and tumultuous forces of sorrow and deceit suffused her world.
It was her fortitude in its pureness and positive conceptualization of herself
that unfurled.
Whilst rivers and roads brought ravenous, heartless and virulent humans at
her feet.
A staunch and brave heart let not bounty fall into retreat.
Whilst the wind blew spells of misfortune that beat at her mien.
She stood strongly swollen with a fervid will against its encroaching scheme.
Tho' on occasion tears wet her cheek.
It is where dignity runs wild in her soul that keeps her from being weak.
She is upright in her own integrity and standeth in an even place before God.
She is dressed for battle with an impervious armor of faith and a gospel
reeling rod.
Tenacity, boldness, and ethics were artfully painted across her visage.
For these things promised were her rite of passage.
For she is omnipotent as can be.
Forever strong is she.
For it is said of her; she is that of a mighty S h i t t a h tree.
copyright Looking At The Light From The Bottom Of The Lake
Originally written as s h i t t a h tree biblical tree in the book of Psalm, Deuteronomy, Micah, Joel, Numbers, and Joshua. Moses carved Ten Commandments on the wood from the s h i t t a h tree from City S h i t t i m valley of Jordan.
Categories:
standeth, woman,
Form:
Free verse
Qu'ry this: a chivalrous charlatan, I,
Dareth feign to pen thy prop'r aspect?
Aye, f'r thy legitimate contours art yet
Ov'rwhelmingly stagg'ring to the gazeth,
And if beheld by the ingraft m'rtal, thus,
Wouldst rend'r those folk stunn'd to reticence.
Such provocative p'rfection f'r a prop'r prose
Pedestal doth now standeth thy outlines.
If 't only the ink of mine own quill flow'd with
The langu'rous liquidity of thy libidinous limbs.
W'rds danceth off the wit at but a glance
Of thy exquisite epid'rmal embodiment,
W'rds liketh touch, tickleth, tease, tempteth.
Coequal the wisest of w'rdsmiths wouldst strain
To holdeth nigh and effectual, the phrasing
Of the diaphanous d'rmal dialogue that
Elucidates the sultry "esses" yond thy
Shadow paints on the walls and flo'rs.
Only those bless'd as i, without pure
Sight of the eye, art accomplish'd
Enough to appropriate a competency
Of fair and f'rm'd appreciation and
Charact'rization, of the voluptuous
P'rtions that composeth thy physique.
Those such as i w're b'rn to the burden
Of the darkness, but also bless'd to the
Bearing of the tactile and touchable.
Mine own pen is the palm, the fing'rtip,
The soft application of skin-to-skin contact,
The int'rpretation of v'ry tiny electrical
Impulses from ev'rything integumentary,
And the und'rstanding of all that keen
Inf'rmation being convey'd to the brain. Alloweth
Me readeth thee anon, alloweth me putteth tactile
"Pen" to the pages of mine own soul and psyche,
Alloweth me writeth a st'ry th're upon thee, alloweth
Me knoweth with mine own fing'rs and palms
The wond'rful w'rds that describeth thee in all
Thy immaculate, sublime consummation,
Alloweth me abs'rb the text of thy curve'd f'rm,
And lighteth the darkness of mine own blind w'rld.
Transf'rm this beshrew into mine own blessing.
Alloweth me beholdeth thee as nay oth'r ev'r shall.
As a st'ry, biography, adventure, book, a tale ...
Without end.
Categories:
standeth, love, metaphor, passion, romantic,
Form:
Free verse
Hearken to the words you hear
Let not your souls abide in fear
beloved children of the living God
Of these times were prophesied
which you behold before your eyes
Awake and be not ignorant
Stumble not with heaviness
nor give ye room to weariness
but strength through exhortation
Hasten to your work by faith
for ever draweth nigh the fate
that must befall all mankind
Let joy and peace fill saddened hearts
Let your lights spread over dark
that grace be ever with you
In desolation, hope restore
In tribulation, pursue more
With love, bond ye now with unity
For all of heaven standeth still
as trumpets sound of times fulfilled
as saints and angels sing out praise
Whilst here on earth let spirits soar
amidst the famine, hate and war
for lo! Cometh your salvation
Comfort ye all souls in need
that in the promised word they
beloved children of the living God.....
John 3:18 :- My little children, let us not love in word, neither in tongue
but in deed and in truth. (KJV)
Categories:
standeth, faith, hope, inspirational, love,
Form:
Free verse
Losing hope because of mistakes’ great strain
My soul did wallow in misery’s pain…
Beseeching for tender, soothing mercies
I turned to God Whose grace-grant is great gain.
Frustrated due to mistake-caused crises
My heart languished in sorrowful losses…
The Saviour reached out to me with His love
Showing me His pardon-might that blesses.
Depressed by mistake-aftermath’s downfall
My spirit would succumb to hatred-call…
The Lord be thanked for revival gladness
Exhorting me to walk along faith’s hall.
Learning from mistakes and subduing stress
Admitting weakness and despair-distress…
My mind, overcoming flaws, errors’ woes
Found succor in Christ, the shielding fortress.
From mistakes’ crash, I rise, stand* triumphant
Clinging to God, with His peace, jubilant…
He enables my conquering valor
So I can persist, His grateful servant.
*Romans 14:4 Who art thou that judgest another man's servant? to his own master he standeth or falleth. Yea, he shall be holden up: for God is able to make him stand.
August 29, 2019
2nd place, "Overcoming Mistakes" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 9/11/2019.
Categories:
standeth, appreciation, blessing, christian, faith,
Form:
Rubaiyat
What natural
Is, tell!
The hawk in tabloid swoop did boast –
Whose sweetened-toil doth but
Stink, becometh it
A merry-menu nutriment.
The floods and the woods
Of their own stead in silent-words
– As a sentry –
Sendeth but a sober plea of a loyal peasantry
O, Nature! Creator! – all alludeth in an apogee
To Thy apanage and earnestly giveth plaudit unto Thee.
The swallow withal doth cheerfully
Gather and spin the straw ready to build wholly
Her empire of great tutelage;
And with her brethren bridally liveth in that age
Of diligent generation, in Thee fully hid
And given to lead like a kid.
What is more natured
Than a frog or toad in water plodded and nurtured?
His severe and heedless howl showeth his joy
To tell that: silent in a grave he shalt be a toy!
And the squirrel the jungle quire bustleth from
Tree to tree defiant of mortal wisdom.
A colossal splendour standeth
Thine sun, whose domain the day standeth;
Withal the moon’s comity: Thou, to her appal,
Bestoweth Thine night colonel –
Both but enlisteth in Thine countless soldiers of stars
Thine extol they effuseth like showers.
No less for praise, joineth the beasts –
In the homes so in the forests!
At peace in war as an influenza, Thine honours –
Man, Thine effigy, intellect and genius, in his hours
Extendeth through the gross of polity
Concurring with each command of Thine policy.
O, the fish speaketh of Thine glory, ingenious!
This inferred from a noisy-silence of her fins;
For she scorneth the indigent effort
Of the fisher whose labour won doth him hurt;
Yet, both creatures in many a varied way
Inditeth for posterity great praises that for Thee doth stay.
Yes, the clouds and the firmaments
Oceans, rivers, seas: all waters in constant movements
Doth in harmony with man and beasts
Arrayed in silent-noisy feasts
Shower in mysterious mirth
Thine glory from endless history and myth.
Yet, I behold the ineffable work bestowed on me;
My limbs, they moveth to second Thine decree!
My eyes, no exception indeed
To the law of my being, so splendid
Are those commands for me safely to live
Tho’ many infamous beings abound to strive!
Categories:
standeth, dedication
Form:
God wants us to have a solid relationship with Him
So when satan comes at you you’ll have the power to win
You can do all things through Christ who strengthens you
Never sell yourself short no matter how hard it is to get through
In building your relationship with God our Father
You don’t have to be perfect just a willing heart to follow
He will give you all that you will ever need
To continue walking your journey in order to succeed
You will need patient in order to hang out with The Holy One
He’ll guide your life so that you won’t ever have to run
Having a solid relationship with God is by far
The best way we can go the distance with Him without needing a car.
2 Timothy 2:19
Nevertheless the foundation of God standeth sure, having
this seal, the Lord knoweth them that are His. And,
let every one that nameth the name of Christ depart from iniquity.
Categories:
standeth, inspirationalgod, god, relationship,
Form:
Rhyme
Our lady who is first
Our lady Margret, she is so great
All over the world there be none like her
Among the many she stands the greatest
What a lady our Margret is.
Her silence speaketh volumes
Her poise shouteth wisdom
And when behold
Her mouth she openth
Wisdom rich and warm
Floweth freely from her heart.
And alas! What a heart!
Our lady has!
So big and to the brim filled with love
And her smile.. like the sun
Warms the land and all our hearts
And when she standeth
Beside the big big man
You can tell, on her strength
Heavily leaneth he
And there are so many rooms that house us all
In that big warm heart of hers
There’s room for kids
The kids and now to school they wear a shoe
And to the mothers: the clinics on wheels
Safe clean deliveries to promote
And the needless deaths to demote
Oh what a lady our Margret is!
And our love we pour in droves
To our lady who is first
And we love you.. Yes we do
And we pray that long you live
For to the least big love you give.
Categories:
standeth, woman,
Form:
qu'ry this:
a chivalrous charlatan, I
dareth feign to pen thy prop'r aspect?
aye, f'r thy legitimate contours art
yet ov'rwhelmingly stagg'ring to the gazeth
and if beheld by the ingraft
m'rtal, thus, wouldst rend'r those
folk stunn'd to reticence …
such provocative p'rfection f'r a
prop'r prose pedestal doth now standeth
thy outlines …
if 't only the ink of mine own quill
flow'd with the langu'rous liquidity of
thy libidinous limbs -
w'rds danceth off the wit
at but a glance of thy exquisite epid'rmal embodiment
w'rds liketh touch, tickleth, tease, tempteth …
coequal the wisest of w'rdsmiths
wouldst strain to holdeth nigh and effectual,
the phrasing of the
diaphanous d'rmal dialogue that elucidates the
sultry "esses" yond thy shadow paints on
the walls and flo'rs …
only those bless'd as i, without pure
sight of the eye, art accomplish'd enough to
appropriate a competency of fair and
f'rm'd appreciation and charact'rization of
the voluptuous p'rtions that
composeth thy physique …
those such as i w're b'rn to the burden of
the darkness, but also bless'd to
the bearing of the tactile and touchable -
mine own pen is the palm,
the fing'rtip, the soft application of skin-to-skin contact,
the int'rpretation of v'ry tiny ‘lectrical impulses
from ev'rything integumentary
and the und'rstanding of all that
keen inf'rmation being convey'd to the brain …
o beg, my love -
alloweth me readeth thee anon,
alloweth me putteth tactile "pen" to the pages
of mine own soul and psyche,
alloweth me writeth a st'ry th're upon thee,
alloweth me knoweth with mine own fing'rs and carpus
the wond'rful w'rds that describeth thee
in all thy immaculate, sublime consummation,
alloweth me abs'rb the text of thy
curv'd and faultless f'rm,
and lighteth the darkness of mine
own blind w'rld …
transf'rm this beshrew into mine own blessing,
alloweth me beholdeth thee
as nay oth'r ev'r shall -
as a st'ry,
as a biography, book, tale,
aye, as an adventure …
without end.
Categories:
standeth, analogy, old,
Form:
Free verse
A NIGHTINGALE IN THEE
Its most wondrous right how
thee speaketh to mine own heart,
without declaring a word,
thee did touch mine own heart,
and dumb mine own fledgling soul.
The memo in thy smileth,
deliv’rs right,
what to beest in loveth with thee,
to loveth thee,
very much means.
Am I dreaming?
‘r else am mining?
Thou art mine own loveth
Am thy doveth.
Mine own empress,
am thy highness.
Am bethinking,
our palace,
shall beest by the side
and standeth in solace
by side
of the Lord’s house .
A dead sir can waketh up to spy on our story.
Categories:
standeth, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form:
Rhyme
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I ‘standeth’ in awe
It warms by day, yet cools at night
Of the ocean, of the lake, and from thy wet ground
N-o-w evaporate
As though still, but invisible
e
s
i
r
Water vapour now a
Rendered cool, droplets form, liquid water born
N-o-w condensate
Form thy clouds, form thy rain
Through winter ‘formeth’ snow again
Your varied forms, ever-changing face
Whilst humid, vapour in the air contained
Exceed beyond thy limit, thy air cannot hold
Let the misty atmosphere unfold
The tropics of dew
Ever condensing from morning air
In the cool clear night, quietly escape
Cool droplets of dew, morning grass made new
Temperature f
a
l
l
Soft crystals n-o-w form
Conditions suffice, ‘turneth’ to ice
Ever-changing, rendered new
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
Categories:
standeth, children, environment,
Form:
Free verse
Many a time
When to me I thought
That alone I stand.
There standeth with me,the Lord.
There standeth with me,my Lord.
Many a time
When to me I thought
That alone upon this land,I walk.
There walketh with me,the Lord.
There walketh with me,my Lord.
Through vales,through vales
There walketh with me,the Lord.
There walketh with me,my Lord.
Through storms,through storms
There walketh with me,the Lord.
There walketh with me,my Lord.
Over mountains,over mountains
There walketh with me,the Lord.
There walketh with me,my God.
Categories:
standeth, faith, god, gospel,
Form:
Ballad
Abiding in God and in His faithfulness, I shall be like a tree* of fruitfulness
Blessed to do His perfect will, planted along His righteousness
Called to conform toward Christ against worldliness
Driven toward His triumph midst blissfulness.
Ever-upheld by the Lord by His river of provisions’ flow
Freed indeed from grip of worthless vanity-blow
Graciously geared-up to worship with glow
Hoisted for faith-ascent, I go and grow.
Instilled with divine nature with my roots absorbing great spiritual nurture
Jubilantly, I keep on reaching-out while staying in spiritual pasture
Kindled to practice kindness with caring goodness-culture
Loving, marked by the Saviour’s compassion-feature.
Moved by the Almighty, I press on toward service-fulfillment height
Nourished as His tree, bearing sweet fruits of heavenly delight
Offering myself fully well with obedience of optimized might
Persevering to exalt Him, basking in His light.
*Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful. But his delight is in the law of the Lord; and in his law doth he meditate day and night. And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.
May 18, 2024
2nd place, "A - TYPES OF FORMS" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 5/25/2024
Categories:
standeth, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
ABC