Best Suzette Prime Poems
you may try to make us feel inferior
strutting around with head held high and mighty
i wonder
is it for our sake
or just to cover up thy own inadequacy
fumbling your way around the factory floor
the bosses son soon to elevate to greater roles
i remember you
on your first day the rawest of incumbents
silver spoon still protruding
from your mouth
i gave you the strength needed
taught you everything
now I sit across from you
your eyes never to meet mine
no apology
when handing
the redundancy paper that says goodbye.
© Harry J Horsman 2021
a resilient soul
hoists his drooping wings
dreary but dreamy
soars far
so high
he keeps on searching for his illusive dreams
regardless of the storm and height of mountains
goes through miles away
in his equanimity
straight with vision of sunrays
on plight are failures
not too bad
tries again
the mighty swords in his heart
so much patience and love help him to survive
in every vicissitude and kinks of his life
oftentimes
we can get the melody of what we want
if we allow the cacophonies to come
Dec. 5, 2012
Form: Suzette Prime
First Place
Contest: Suzette Prime: Prime Numbers and Philosophy
Judged: 12/14/2012
Poet Sponsor: Suzette Crous
war drugs poverty
famine fear rape death
and degradation:
that's the impoverished world
desperate immigrants flee
and yet we won't let them in
go die on the other side of our new wall
stay away from what’s ours
we should be ashamed to call ourselves Christians
there's no kindness in our hearts
or tolerance for others
even though God's commandment
says to love our neighbors as we love ourselves
' When you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives'- Lauren Eden
the hopeless frenzy of this wicked hour stares
from broken mirrors
this fractured visage shaken
this worn love, a hardened scab
tempting to be plucked
and promising not to bleed
this time
love is such an impatient
healer
It is human nature to hate him whom you have injured. ~Tacitus
as children
we looked past the world’s artificial trappings
the ravelment of doctrines
and the glaring capitalistic displays
the only criteria was that we’re friends
growing up
the world we inhabited
shrank as we embraced
the rules of others
to fit in
adulthood
meant that we
overrode innate compassion for others
paramount concern
belonging to the right group
often at the expense of many others
leaving a particular religious group
would lead to shunning
even death
lost in this Troxler effect
we have ultimately lost the ability to discern human value
we’re set in our ways
our value compass
eventually deliquesced as it decomposed
like a corpse
how did we become so jaundiced in our outlook
it is obvious
we hate the ones we have wronged
forgiving ourselves is only path to redemption
14 June 2021
silver strings play through lightning
in a tuneful duo with rolling thunder sound
the raindrops bounce and jiggle
pounding and bouncing
in a rocking band
petrichor ascends
from a thirsty ground
saturates
like music
penetrates into my soul
each sound of nature
breath, listen, live and love it
a sheer joy and morsel of life which nurture
Oct. 11, 2014
by Leonora Galinta
Form: Free Verse/Suzette Prime
* Sharing an old poem. Have a great day!
Second Place
Contest: Whatever
Judged: 12/10/2014
Sponsor: My most fave poet Linda/PD
"Sweet Taste of Love"
sweet taste
of true love
is divine essence
sprinkled from heavenly skyline by Angels.
thin line
severs love
hate resonates heart
dagger thrusts ---
love conquers life if hearts remain faithfully
as the golden arch shatters dreams caged in death.
*For 12 lines or under Contest.
Suzette Prime/Free Verse
undulating yowls
both sides of my hemispheres
reverberates through the ears
sadness
rejection
continuously play
the mind longs for its most melodious display
nature sings in sweet harmony with every raindrop
amidst the howl of the gale
whimpering of leaves
drives all the cicadas into their unpleasant sleep
sweetest warbles of the wrens
coos of other birds
flapping wings of butterflies
the enticing smiles of every colorful flower
I can’t hear
sounds trampled by the laughter of the rolling thunder
through monstrous work load
wreathed my freedom and hope
yet, I snuggle in the silence of my heart
listening
winnowing the throbs
clearing head to dross
swotting
disregard the trifling thud
with the viewing of sunrise
reaching out the synchronizer of nature
it’s a comforting feeling
trickling and flowing like dew
from tributary down to the threshold of sweetest mellowed treble
tasting the most scrumptious spiritual beauty
just within
in every garden
always
there is a beautiful music to be heard
but the heart has to be kept deep in silence
enough to hear it
and find joy
in life
in this world.
April 12,2014 2.20pm
-sharing an old poem. this poem didn't earn any dollars or cents :))) It was just asked by one of our dear great poets and authors to publish it and it was also an honor for me.
Second Place
Contest: A Million Dollar Poem Contest #1
Judged: 6/12/2015
Sponsors: My dearest fave poet sisters PD and Skat
let me make an argument for love you can’t refute
I want to win you
I want you to be convinced
I’m the best thing that there is
give heed to this, my argument of logos
for in that you will find peace
it makes sense
logical
I can satisfy your needs
a good arrangement
I know the empty spaces
of your heart
I will make you whole
completion is within reach
I am here
and what of ethos?
am I credible?
are you scared to trust in me?
afraid you will break
like before
By others who were untrue
stop keeping the score
I am not of the same hue
my color is faithfulness
I will never let you fall
ask anyone to testify of my honesty
ask now
believe
I am the real deal
rest in this my bed of honest devotion
trust me
in my eyes truth lives
I am credible
let my actions of the past now speak to you
dispelling your doubt
I am genuine
never fear
what can compare to pathos?
my all-encompassing love?
the oceans are impotent
the “mighty” waves weak
so unlike the mighty swells of my passion
that pound
that withdraw
only to come crashing down
stronger
Leaving you gasping for breath
pulling you under
again and again
tugging and churning
helpless in my liquid arms
the moon hides
unable to compete with my love for you
shamed by the brilliance
of my devotion
she gathers the stars
my love can illuminate
your way in the darkest night
even the sun is no match
to the fiery heat my passion ignites
wilder than an inferno
hot flares
Oh….so....H O T
it blazes with licking tongues of desire
able to melt your restraint
consuming
let it set you on fire
let it sear your heart
let me smell the scent of your burning body
in my unquenchable flame
I implore you to consider my great love
it is life
it goes beyond life
it is deep
it goes beyond depth
it goes beyond star embroidered veil of night
it goes beyond the horizon of today
tomorrow
and eternity
consider my love
the logos
ethos
and above it all, pathos
let them be my voice
open wide your heart to me
…today
don’t wait
surrender to me
s u r r e n d e r
to...M E
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Our children are dying
Lying down facing the street
Our own kind has made the task easy for others to complete
From slavery by our own people
To the hand of those who thinks of us as unequal
For they too look at us as a disgrace to the world’s sequel
Beneath all that we’ve been taught
Has a price for our minds to be bought
Controlled by our daily interest
Watching, listening and thinking has destroyed our hope
Now we started wishing
Petitioning around the world
Trying to fight for our little boys and little girls
Praying to the Lord what have we done?
Keeping our hearts filled with faith
Yet the war feels like we haven’t won
Still surrounded by legal murderers with guns
Old and young
Oppressed by what we use to believe in and proud to shout through our lungs
Now our trust has been crushed
Trying to figure out how my skin is nominated in being punished
Expressing to my daughters and sons
That it’s no time to worry about the hottest outfit or latest Jordan’s
Never listen to the news but pay attention to the rules
Of how they show nothing but the blues of their future
Give them encouragement and ideas
To better themselves than the ones already out here
Remind them to never forget who you are
Always set yourself aside from negativity and never be apart
Knowledge is power s know more than your name
But know your ancestor’s land
When you find out then you’ll be able to take a stand
love fest
welcome here
our community
open hearts and open palms
expressing and receiving other’s feelings
Universality will be possible only when we focus
on human qualities that unite us. Respect, politeness,
cooperation, friendship, inclusion, teamwork. This stems
from the ability to listen to, and most importantly hear
other’s ideas, that are not necessarily our own, and allow
them to flourish also.
Hymns of salvation
That my own body
is my greatest enemy
was unknown to me.
Deluded,
O Lord, I was reveling in its pleasures.
The ones that
do not listen to Your tales,
never speak the truth and won’t feed the starving,
worry not about what is right and what’s not,
would not obey the Guru,
do not remember Your name;
O God, why should anyone care if such folks
are alive or dead.
O God, fed up we all are
kinsfolk with weeping ,
relatives with cremating ,
moms with giving birth ,
I with getting born.
20/Nov/12
Form: “Suzette Prime” with the syllable count, per line, of 2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13 etc , all Prime numbers.
For: Su Crous’ Prime numbers and Philosophy contest.
By: S.Jagathsimhan Nair.
* The philosophy of the poem is borrowed from the hymns ( in Tamil) sung by one of our( Indian) saints named” PATTINATHAR”, revered for his words of wisdom and deeds of miracles. The reference in the 3rd stanza is to the innumerable incarnations each soul has to go through, age after age, till it gets freed from the cycle of births and deaths on attainment of salvation. Here he is praying to God for his own salvation : ” In this never ending cycle of births and deaths ; times without number, have my close relations wept for me whenever I died, my near ones cremated me as many times; times without number, mothers gave birth to me and times without number I was born into this world. We are all totally fed up, going through this process repeating itself again and again. O God, deliver me once and for all from this terrible fate”.
Stanzas 1 and 2 are self-explanatory.
For SKAT's contest on 15 Jun 13
When you are alone you are all your own. ~Leonardo da Vinci
the Milky Way that rises like a sea fret
forging a way amongst the infinite stars
draws inspiration from the souls gone before
alone
I’m my own master
to thy
I will soon return
refreshed
shall I dwell
in the palette of extreme
where canons lounge unchallenged
indulging parroted truths
of rigid dogma
or maybe
the grey
sublime in its centrist hue
let me struggle with dangerous assertions
in the crucible of original thought
birthing new epiphanies
unmoored from the status quo
drifting purposely between
black and white
like a grumpy ogre the twisted old tree stood guard
notched scraggy boughs reached out in fierce surety
naught had ever compromised its task
in its dutiable charge
the primeval stone held fast the blade
proud and righteous Caliburn
its hilt pointed to the stars
the enchanted issue of Merlin's resolve
and steadfast keeper of the kingdom
thankless was the old tree's post
none would e'er recall its name
no eye would shed a salty drip to its end
nay an honored oath spoken to its passing
still it stood
through the countless sad losses
when the Wee Ones would die in autumn
such beautiful quiet deaths
falling in color to the forest carpet
one soft exquisite flight to their end
each one by itself
each one dear to the old tree
still it stood fearless and proud
for it alone would be the first to witness
it alone would hear the whisper of the wind
when it breathed the name of the new king
when it heralded the name of freedom to the world
when The One slipped the blade from its surly bonds
and the ancient stone split in righteous temper
knife and knight
blade and banneret
Caliburn and king!
like a grumpy ogre the twisted old tree
stood guard
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Unsheathe Your Sword" Poetry Contest
John Lawless, Judge & Sponsor.
* This poem is written in "Suzette Prime", (created by a PS member), which consists of lines of prime number syllable counts ONLY, no punctuation or capitalizations, and only of topics which lend themselves to a philosophical statement. *