Best Superbly Poems
In Such Intense Flames, An Eternity May Be Born
Hold your dreams, bind them with rainbow beams
tumble sweetly and let heart's passion arise
sow the seeds that love gives passion's great might
that Life and Love both gift oft in joyful surprise.
With that deep ardor born from Love's treasure chest.
Sing soul's worth and honor thy lover's greatest request.
Embrace those blessings that truest romance bestows
caress them with care and taste their honey sweet
let spring forth, memories that forever shall live
for gems of purest love, never suffer indignant defeat.
With that deep ardor born from Love's treasure chest.
Sing soul's worth and honor thy lover's greatest request.
Chase your heart's desire, revel in its glorious touch
kindle such heat, stoke fantasy and its hottest of fires
for in such intense flames, an eternity may be born
even after glow of passion's saddest of funeral pyres.
With that deep ardor born from Love's treasure chest.
Sing soul's worth and honor thy lover's greatest request.
Robert J. Lindley , 10-14-2018
Rhyme, ( Looking Back, Ages Ago)
Poet's Note- Dedicated to my great friend and writing partner, Susan Ashley.
Inspired by and composed after my reading of Susan Ashley's superbly crafted new poem titled, The Glory Of The Eastern Edge. Thank you dear friend for seeding this burst of early morn writing.
This revisiting of the romantic imaginations of my youth- reminds me now of the immense love and great blessings of my beloved wife Riza and the most cherished blessing of our beloved son Justin.
What once was lost, much later has been found..
Categories:
superbly, appreciation, art, care, family,
Form:
Rhyme
I’m losing my mind in a hurry!
Maybe, maybe, losing the mind is letting it find itself
or maybe, i'm just crazy
I keep running with anticipation, with heart open and judgment closed
[I discover most superbly this way]
Foolishly Dropping it, hoping that it’ll pick up something useful
On sidewalks, books, table-top salty discussions,
Sometimes in filth letting it pervade the crevices
And when I tidy it, sometimes
It doesn’t all come out, but I try my best
Ever so often, after a new dish soap and scrubbing gloves
it comes out cleaner then it ever was,
With spicy remains of the crude yet true substances
Chunks fall out where the glue of stability erodes
I know that I am fond of it this way
So I can put them back together
With my own fingers
Organized C H A O S
Instead of the media’s, my peers, my parents, piloting
The pivotal pieces
I let them descend tenderly into location
In my own decimal code
I constitute the regulations here
This belongs to me, my only
Safe place
It doesn’t matter to me if life doesn’t flow
If it’s jagged or slow, here
I don’t care
If insanity is the real sanity
Or that distinctive is incorrect
This is my society and I shape it as I please
Seeing as it only affects me
As long as my mind is
In flurries of expansion
I don’t really care if it’s lost at all
Categories:
superbly, confusion, health, imagination, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
To The God of Poetry, Gift Thy Loving Kiss
To the God of Poetry, I this beg
extend thy helping hand, reclaim my pen
should we fail, falling to break racing legs
from Poet's heart forgive we mortal men.
Cast thy immense shadow upon mind's thought
We poets know, thy love can not be bought!
To the God of Poetry, this I plead
look deeper into our soul-searching hearts
for there hides, rose-red in the ink we bleed
and beautiful melody in verse we impart.
Cast thy immense shadow upon mind's thought
We poets know, thy love can not be bought!
To the God of Poetry, this I ask
should we weaken, in writing lose our way
shine brighter lights, in love's warmth, let us bask
even if our words are weak, let us stay.
Cast thy immense shadow upon mind's thought
We poets know, thy love can not be bought!
To the God of Poetry, this I know
thy power is in thy mercy and love
forgive us each and every low blow
grant us each, angelic muse from above.
Cast thy immense shadow upon mind's thought
We poets know, thy love can not be bought!
To the God of Poetry, this I need
wisdom from thy spirit, its great power
harvested crops of thy beautiful seed
in thy Light live, not in the dark cower.
Cast thy immense shadow upon mind's thought
We poets know, thy love can not be bought!
To the God of Poetry, this I give
devotion, from mind and my busy hands
blessings returned, from joy which I live
heart's sweeter songs, across thy golden lands.
Cast thy immense shadow upon mind's thought
We poets know, thy love can not be bought!
Robert J. Lindley, 5-07-2019
Rhyme, (Replying to Panagiota Romios's-- finely woven and deeply inspiring, poem titled- "To The God Of Poetry")
I composed this piece early this morn, before the sun rose to gift the day its brilliant hues, promised blessings and sweet
hours to love and be loved..
Note: To poets, poetry is far more than just writing- it is the act of joining.
Joining in communicating, sharing, creating, singing, dancing, loving, living
and many other beautiful blessings/emotions. The more communication/sharing the better for us all. The more gifting verse, words for future generations the better for us all..
Inspired by your superbly crafted poem my great friend..
Categories:
superbly, appreciation, art, dedication, god,
Form:
Rhyme
Spring
As Dark-Eyed Junco birds head north I know,
you’re not far behind with warmer weather in tow.
With an experienced artist’s colorful brush,
you skillfully paint away winter’s gray slush.
Bringing sweet sunshine and cleansing rain,
ravaged Earth you renew with rainbows again.
Crocuses yellow and white are brightly blooming,
oh my goodness, you are absolutely amazing!
Even the rhythmic tap, tap, tap of woodpeckers
tell me you are here – what mesmeric music to my ears.
Wrens return building nests and spreading their wings,
flying high in your blue skies as they joyously sing.
Coming alive at the wave of your magical wand,
my elated heart soars and I feel superbly grand.
I love your cool breath so fresh and tender,
and light butterfly kisses that you gently render.
But my dearest Spring, as much as I enjoy being with you,
I have a jealous lover, Summer - so this has to be adieu.
01/03/2015
Contest: Seasons
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Placement: 1st
Categories:
superbly, seasons, spring,
Form:
Personification
freaky
free week to be kinky
touch me
feel me
fervently
frequently
finger suck my pinkie
super freaky
superbly kinky
slowly
seductively
touch me
feel me
fervently
frequently
finger suck my pinkie
creamy substance
oozing
from my twinkie
Categories:
superbly, humor, sexy,
Form:
Rhyme
Induced Interludes
Twilight disrobes a soundless star
It claims some gentler theme from me
Caught lingering in a unified bestilled embrace
Beneath a unique spotlight of its gleaming afterglow
gently now, gently
thus footprints bare none
alight butterfly rest on a finger
spilled words occasions the breeze
the gist of me shadows alongside jaguars
Morning star glint after dawns flow
Challenge arranges yet another measure
An opportune solemn hymn ingratiates breaths
Stages of a day follow blissfully edge to edge quietly
gently now, gently
a better course grace me
fingertip traces a fashioned grin
a made verse set rhythmically whispers
a softly caressed infant coos towards silence
Sunsets a mimed score entertains
Review disciplined superbly portrayed
Persuades descending rays an eyeful adieu
Nightwings greet dusk, whorls up into absence
gently now, gently
ebb star pivots another
penitent pose cradles prayers
pointed at fingers in lieu of sheeps
eyes seals behind dreams, genteel cast...
Categories:
superbly, fantasy, metaphor, surreal,
Form:
Free verse
I want to thank the both of you,
for all the things I could not do.
The great music, and theme you used,
and Special effects, superbly infused.
Ron's input was so clever and wise.
Maria's direction, was greatness applied!
So much appreciation in all you do.
This humble writer, thanks both of you.
Thanking Maria Williams and Her Husband
Ron Williams for creating a video on a poem
I wrote A Wish Upon A Star. They both
magically produced and created the video
and Musical production of my Poem. She has
done one for Silent One The Gangster Power
or Betrayal? which received 84000 views on
her YouTube Poetic Rythm Channel. She has
also done Tom Woody's,The Spirit, The Water
and The Blood. She also did a collaboration
with Ink Empress Glass Throne and Maria's
King Of Thrones that received support from
world sponsor International group "No More"
that promotes world wide Humanitarian
support for those being abused and
empowering them to break free of such abuse.
Their Poetic songs have been selected to be
promoted around the world to empower
women and men against controlling abuse.
Please go to her YouTube channel subscribe
and like and comment. I am so grateful for
Maria and Ron including me in their
collaborations of Iconic song videos, A Wish
Upon A Star. So much appreciative of Maria
and Ron's efforts. God bless them both...
Categories:
superbly, thank you,
Form:
Rhyme
Be who you regally are,it might make people faint!
No need to match them,with social grease paint.
Each us are so superbly crafted,just look around.
Colors,hair types,body shapes,all do abound.
For everyone of us,at times life can be so tough.
Now that is the opportune time to strut your stuff!
“Dive for your dreams,” e.e.Cummings has said.
It’s time to be you, not hide under your bed.
We only have so much time-on this earth.
Yes, you can be you, with joy and endless mirth.
6/28/2023
Categories:
superbly, encouraging, joy,
Form:
Rhyme
In the deepest river caverns, in the furtherest chambers of my soul,
There are secrets hidden there that can ne'er be told.
Secrets of another life, another way, another time.
Secrets hidden for eons in the recesses of my mind.
Decades come and decades go but these secrets never dull or grow old.
I am ancient and flow with the tide but I'm still precious as new gold.
In days gone by, I couldn't be in the sun, so at night I would get out and run.
The moonlight gave me power to spin on the sockets in a gun.
When dawn would approach, I would hide in the caves on the moon.
Ere one would catch me asleep in a dune.
In the caves there are those whose lives helped to change me.
Toby so grand on his motorcycle riding and settling by a tree.
I guess maybe he might have been waiting for me??
Audrey a beauty who could write such beautiful verses
And could quote them superbly without any rehearsals.
There was Russ from across the moon at a far away prison gate,
He also forgot what it's like to be forgotten and counted by fate too late!
There's Carol, sweet Carol, who went through more than anyone will ever know.
And beautiful Linda, who always blew my mind away, but I ruined it with a big blow!
And of course Jimmy, who's so much like a son, and I hope as the ages go,
He will realize his importance in the changes in the caves that will show.
Last but not least nor most nor less is Ruben who has blessed all our lives.
Not just mine but everyone on the moon needs Rubin's touch. for he is so gentle so kind.
Even though the caves are getting larger and the secrets are getting deeper,
He will always defend the truth and on this large moon will be a just keeper.
For you see he keeps the soul secrets in the moon caves forever.
Praying and hoping that one day they can be revealed, but then again, maybe never!
Categories:
superbly, mysterybeautiful, beautiful, me, moon,
Form:
Free verse
The bible
our pure poetry
Divine voice
art -- gallery imagery
Father’s expanding palettes of time
space infinite –
shadows of unframed
formless canvas -- man's freedom
to light, shape, transverse supernal grace,
we, alone, limit speed
and trajectory
bridging dark gaps, colors
dappled, dropped and splashed
faith will make mix, both consciously
and intuitively apply:
heaping our scrapers and brushes,
the chill of the chalkboard screech
the joy of the slip and slide
the rankle of arms and hands figuring
otherwise meaningless medium
Creativity man's Adam
ligaments of my elastic being
dutifully, lovingly allowing stretch
for explore
sinewy constructs for
mental lift and taut endurance,
the unshakable frame that
holds all upright, and
makes daily challenges
superbly sculptable, while
retaining elasticity --
God let’s be
and we decide
if when and what…?
His unseen hand
yet in the flaming attributes….
Categories:
superbly, christian, creation, imagination, perspective,
Form:
Free verse
Strands of satiny pineapple fibers
From the superbly prickly pieces of leaves
Refined by the nifty naked hands
Of the great sophisticated artisans
Beyond this unequaled plant
Is a peculiar product exist
Only native Filipinos - Tagalogs can procreate
An art of aesthetic craftsmen
The fabric of my historical breed
Versatile apparel suits for formal affairs - weddings
From 20 meters of silk processed and produced - four months
Nation known as PEARL OF THE ORIENT
Exaltedly introduces this "BARONG TAGALOG"
Through cordial hardworks and artistic thinkings
A lifetime masterpiece dominates the Philippine Art
A cloth woven by faith and ornamented by passion
A cloth designed by heart and given birth through life
A cloth perfected by artistry and embroidered by fidelity
For native Batanguenos, this is their breath
Respiring together as they brocade their future
Future that depends on THE PHILIPPINE NATIONAL CLOTH - BARONG TAGALOG.
*BATANGUENOS - people of Batangas,Philippines
*BARONG TAGALOG - Philippine National Cloth
------------Jun-jun Villanueva
----ANYTHING HANDMADE CONTEST by nette onclaud
Categories:
superbly, art, work,
Form:
Free verse
I think my brother’s a werewolf!
It’s hard to believe but so true!
At dusk he is like a great beast!
He’s hairy and scary; bearded too!
He’s never around in the daytime.
He sneaks out with a creepy girl.
I have a feeling that someday,
she’ll eat his gross flesh... and then hurl!
I see red bumps on his forehead
that count the days ‘till a full moon.
I sure hope he’s not contagious!
Or I’ll be a werewolf quite soon!
Scratching his head doing homework!
Wetting his bed while he’s asleep!
These are just a few of the signs
proving that he’s a monstrous creep!
I went to my mother and told her
about my brother superbly.
Then she giggled and simply said,
“Dear, he’s going through puberty!”
Categories:
superbly, funny, teen,
Form:
Rhyme
Written in Scottish dialect.
Jack, Bernard and John, the Bandit Kings,
Hae handicaps wae too high.
Each o’ them score four points a hole,
Ah canna tell ye a lie!
Me, ah’m Rabbie, the bard o’ the course;
Ah’m lucky tae score yin point.
Ah feenish the game an’ come in fur a jar,
ma boadies awa’ oot o’ joint.
Jack, Bernard and John, coont up the scores,
Tae see which yin o’ them’s won.
Me ah look doon at ma pitifu’ caird.
"Nae guid wi’ a hunner an’ one."
Bernard says, "Jack what have you scored?"
In his posh Yorkshire dialect tone;
Jack’s lingo is great at a rugby club bash
But no’ sae guid oan the phone.
The Caverley Poond is played doon the last,
The lowest net score scoops the lot:
They’ve aw hit great drives right doon the middle;
Noo they wait for a shoat frae the Scot!
Ah dinna let them doon, ah’ve duffed ma ba’,
It’s flown fifty yairds, nae mair;
Ah tak’ oot ma five wid an’ gie it a heave
An’ they aw begin tae stare!
The ba’ flies superbly, as tho’ it had wings
An’ sails richt intae the hole!
Ah’m happy ah’ve taken these bandits doon,
At last ah’ve achieved ma first goal!
The moral o’ this tale is keep yer sporran zipped up
Dinna let them see a wee groat:
They’ll hatch oot a plan tae help themselves
Tae aw the shillin’s ye’ve goat!
Categories:
superbly, friendship, funny, sports
Form:
Verse
Through the days of blistering toil.
A murmur of spirit after a blissful
trial.These were the emotions on this
endless day.Minutes later in single
file, were prints from hoofs in the
muddy soil.While easing toward
drudgery and withdrawal.The amazing
thoroughbreds entered their stall.
Jockeys clambered onto their colts.
As they were trained superbly, for
the oncoming derby.While over the
loudspeaker the narrator spoke.
Calling out numbers for only who was
there.Consider a victory and the
triple crown.Ready to gain-gain an
inch of ground.Thoroughbred racing
was the name of the game.Where
hesitating was nothing, and no
one to blame.Where multitudes of
spectators impatiently waited, for the
master racers to open the gate.A
photograph finish ended the race.
Beaten by a length-a length out of
pace.Was the thoroughbred racer
in second place..
The Derby Poem By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1982,1987..ALL rights reserved..
Categories:
superbly, horse, race,
Form:
Acrostic
who is a mother?
a million dollar question
that flows through ones heart
and asks questions
not every one who gives birth
qualifies to be a mother
some are not motherly enough
to even rear their kids
some sell their kids
some abandon them...
is that a mothers role?
a rhetorical question
the mother i have
has a role far greater than her title
the privilege i have to share her life
is beyond my comprehension
she is more than a mother
not because she birthed me
because she knows her role
superbly than a cookie recipe
those poor old days
when we manage to even eat rice
and life was difficult
when we needed chicken...
for christmas and new year
and a whole chicken will be cut into half
so we will have a sense of livelihood
i have more than a mother
a mother who groomed us
all in the way of christ
thank God for the bible club of those days
and how she often tells us...
"say the truth and let the devil be ashamed"
when you lie, there are two ballots boxes
lieing makes you vote for the devil
i have more than a mother
a mother who elevates my self esteem
when people step on me
she makes me realize my worth
"i am fearfully and wonderfully made" she says
day by day, she pours into my ear
to keep myself pure
i have more than a mother
thank God for you
being a guardian,mentor and role model
over my existence...
even when we want to derail
she sets us on the right path
reminding us of the gravity of laziness
and how it doesnt pay
i have more than a mother
and i thank God for giving us you
to procreate us...
over five decades ago you were born
and today we celebrate not just your birthday
but the opportunity it has afforded me
to have more than a mother
Categories:
superbly, birthday,
Form:
Free verse