Best Taintless Poems
Poisonous air streams down
As plastic-laden waters choke
Fishes and Universal Motion's glow ...
So much has changed through time,
I wail against slow death of UV skin,
while plundered Mother Earth rakes
in her once fertile womb...
yet indifferent hearts care not,
incensed by greed and unrecyled junk.
O children listen; build a new earth,
Let your palms turn soil into a fertile bed;
And allow the forest to stand tall, uncut
By gifting them with a cleaner environ;
That each gracious deed will find blessings
Copious from heavenly skies.
Until each hour breathes through
A fragrance of one taintless expanse, blue.
This wide universe is our home,
Our manna of fields for every mouth,
And pure rain cooling quiet nightfall
With daylight's pattern soothing din;
To hail nature, may it never come to an end
As Spirit's Love refills our dreams!
Thomas Martin's STUFF
6/19/2015
"Times Square was magnet to rejoicing
hearts, as mine was on that day the victors
came. With roses, red, as were perhaps,
my cheeks, I vowed each bloom for
every home-come valiant there I'd see."
"I see her still despite the sixty years,
a taintless angel clutching there a bunch
of roses, red, as were her lips, a pair of
magnets that had drawn me close and
closer yet, and in a flash, the kiss."
"The kiss, a flash of light, and all from
senses blotted out, save for warm, tender
lips on mine, my body backward bent
in sweet surrender held by arms, the scent
of roses crushed between our breasts."
"Our breasts thus pressed, the roses in
between; how long did we remain thus
still in time? For but a span of breath
commingled, held? A moment's measure
of twined heartbeats kept in trance?"
"In swooning trance, then rudely snapped
out from by surging mass, rejoicing river
crowd, there wrenching him away, and me,
still stunned, forgetting there to hand him
but a single, breast-pressed rose."
"A single rose, if but to press to lips, or
in between the pages of a book held dear,
a keepsake from an angel kissed but with
no name to call in sleep-failed nights,
for failing there to even give my name."
"My name, I wish I had the sense there
but to whisper to his ear then yet so close.
Perhaps, it would have been the key
to worlds away from lonely wards and
wakeful nights with just the sick with me."
"With me is but the memory of lips, their
warmth the years have deftly dimmed;
that kiss, a quick-eyed lens man stilled, now
wrought a lifelike replica of vanished time,
one budding love rose crushed by fickle fate."
SELF ACTUALISATION
S- Senses smoothly surpass
E -Existing eclipsed envelope
L - Levitate limitless label
F - Fulfillment fathomed foolproof
A Amidst ambiguity,accomplishment’s ambrosia
C Countless challenges clearing capacity charismatic
T True talent ,tough-resolve’s taintless tryst
U Unrestrained Unicorn unfolds uplifting mileu
A Autonomous amicable assuaged agenda
L Liberty luxuriant lights life’s laurel
I Incredible ingenuity imprints on invincible grafitti
S Sustainable self-satisfaction, summit of success
A Appropriate actions attracting attainment’s aura
T Tolerating twists, tactful, total trust on self in test
I Immortalising integrity, persona influential confetti
O Optimism,Opportunism orbed in life’s ostinato
N Not being perfect but with poise handling imperfection
7th November 2016
for San Woo's Contest
Double Acrostic
theme-Self actualisation
(For people of my generation, especially among the country folk,
dating was not in vogue. When a girl reaches the marriable age, proposals would come and after one or two formal meetings, if the boy and girl like each other, the marriage would be fixed. So, it was more like gambling)
As all teenagers, in my seventeen,
I was lost in reverie of my life with my man,
In my mind's canvas, I drew the image of a gallant,
Who would one day come to wed and own me his.
In the nick of time, he solemnly came,
To hold my hand and tie the knot.
With a pounding heart and quivering breath,
I found him differing from the man I dreamt.
The fabulous fabric in my loom,
Looked at variance from the one unfurled,
Transfixed between fact and fallacy,
I struggled to hide a falling tear.
Time marched on in silent haste,
And I learned to outgrow my childish whims.
Sagacity dawned with passing age,
Making me discern the real from the sham.
It made me admire his sanguine self.
On fathomed deep beyond external mien,
I saw him unveiled in taintless worth,
That made my heart ever pine in love.
Piecing together our halved selves,
With the glue of love, our identities merged.
Now he is with me in my blues,
Consoling me with his balmy touch.
He is with me in my joy,
Making it resonant with a hearty laugh.
He is there when storms rage,
Whispering in my ear, not to fear.
He taught me how to savor life,
To meet the slings with radiant cheer.
Now the image is etched deep,
Never to erase, nor to revise!
And the old portrait locked within,
Grew so musty, bereft of use.
In its place, I keep within,
His solid figure in indelible print.
Jan.22. 2023
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How Do You Feel Poetry Contest
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Goodness Versus Goblin
© Ben Burton 3-24-2014
Hope will not float
On a moat of despair
Life really blows
When there's no one to care
Death makes a mess
Without blessing the man
Left too bereft
To invest in a plan
Born from a lore
With its mores and creeds
Forged by a sword
Filled with scorn for the weak
He once believed in fairytales
Of goodness versus goblin
And though he prays for miracles
His crippled child is hobblin'
Voicing a choice
Where the core disappears
Destroying the joy
To avoid facing fears
Playing the saint
With a taintless conceit
Laid in a grave
The last haven for grief
If in the end
Heaven's secrets unfold
Pimps will defend
Their contempt for the soul
He once believed in fairytales
Of goodness versus goblin
He pleads and prays for miracles
But still his child is hobblin'
It speaks before it's gone
A whispered, raspy gasp
From ancient Hebrew script
"In time, this too shall pass"
Resounding like a fairytale
Of goodness versus goblin
His child received that miracle
There's joy beneath the sobbing
For goodness felled the goblin
Some of human things produced are beautiful and fair,
Yet they cannot to nature form compare.
The surgeon trained,
Makes lovely nose,
Yet it looks drained,
To what god chose,
For I find fine,
An ugly nose,
But girl which whine,
Is tainted rose.
Some of human things produced are beautiful and fair,
Yet they cannot to nature form compare.
A smile from heart,
Is friendly vine,
A smiling art,
Does little shine.
Just smile and grin
If it is true,
Keep falsely twin,
Away from you.
Some of human things produced are beautiful and fair,
Yet they cannot to nature form compare.
There people are,
Who born are good,
Like taintless star,
In every mood.
No anger deep,
No envy there,
None smile is cheep,
They're simply fair.
They I prefer,
O'er those who taught,
Were to deter,
What their heart sought.
Some of human things produced are beautiful and fair,
Yet they cannot to nature form compare.
So goes the same,
For you my dear,
Who search for fame,
By hiding fear,
By changing you,
For foreign feels,
By being blue,
For strange ideals.
The belly calls,
Your friends demand,
But please find balls,
To make your brand.
Some of human things produced are beautiful and fair,
Yet they cannot to nature form compare.
Jumping from one tree to another with thrill
With variety of village games filled with a fire of fun
Roaming over lush green fields, slopes of foothill
No barriers as we loved and lived as one
Joyful dive in a variety of wells
Not once in a day but again and again
From morning to evening until mother tells
Faced neither energy drain nor body pain
Sky was the roof whether it rains or shines
Playing hide and seek in light as well dark
On picking up intricacies of life, mind refines
Fighting follows befriending as the taintless trademark
Drowning deep into fairy tales, repeatedly
Obeying to the threats of cooked up monster
Looking at the fake grandma in full moon mutedly
Hopping with the urge to hold a new thing faster
Crazy for the joy of playing day and night
Slipping into sleep while enjoying lovely lullaby
Enchanted while eating in the moonlight
What a joy when I was a baby!
Each act was playful but mind was innocent
Wants were limited but I was fully contented
I never bothered, an act was decent or indecent
With many fancy things I got easily excited
Almost I was like a free bird
Thus I cherish my childhood track
Life lived was neither heroic nor hard
Such a lovely childhood, can I get back?
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Now the chattering guns have ceased
Now the battlefields are bared
Now we walk where history teased
The convictions of those who stared
I climb the hill to see again
The land that yields its children who toil
For fruit where no father remain;
I climb to see ploughs ripping the soil
Of ignorance, snobbery, and superiority
False, where the boy swings the axe
And find stray cattle enjoying fake liberty:
The man who makes the law must use the tax.
Now the riffling pages turn no more
Nor siblings buried far from home
Now the fisherman pulls his boat to shore
And the athlete rests beneath the loam
I hear the silence of the courts and wonder
What genius does justice lack in defense
Who speaks when the voiceless in blunder
Is stripped of dignity and common sense?
Where is the advocate from Roxborough
Where the hero in the mudded trench
So much congenial goodness in that fellow
We are the bolts but he was our wrench.
The man from Roxborough was our prince
Our knight in shining armour of truth
He was the reason the world was convinced
Men have souls who crouched like brutes.
The man of Roxborough was a different kind
A class that did not stand for class
A scholar with a peasant's candor and mind
A vision clear as taintless liquid in a glass.
Roxborough man, father of the federal design,
Roxborough man, we are fifty and remember
How yielding to kindness, you made us shine
Such a big bush of fire from a small ember.
The petals’
Soft streaming
Aloft dreaming
Colors painted in mind
Lovers intertwined
Their taintless imaginations
Drainless infatuations
Obsessions with my feet
Reflections deep
Coves upon which
They meditate
Groves whereat
They levitate
Like sparkles, pink
Heartful sync with love
Ahhh!!!
*Foot Bath Chronicles*
love loved, her beauty faded not,
live not in solitude but intimacy,
My lover is a golden gift of treasure to my existence,
Her countenance tint ruddy,
lofty is her stature,
and perfectly symmetry,
nobly is her form and prettily alluring,
Her beauty faded not...
Infuse With reddish red,
Shroud with glory,
beautifully scene and delightfullly is her ways,
glowed! glowed!!, courteous! courteous!! bow! bow!!
kneel! kneel!!., i adore and adorn her charming eyes..
my lovers beauty faded not...
She trampled not as inferior,
She elevate intellectual,
Her midst veiled with splendor,
her hues is tempting,
Inherent is her ways, artificially not,
She garnished my path to rectitude,
Her paradise gate i gaze,
gracefully she appeared,
her fragnant allured me to her cord,
My lovers beauty faded not....
Her body taints no sin and marred not,
nature speaks of her sense,
The world garp filled with her taintless beauty
she dazzle with euphoria,
I edifies her heart with my unparalleled everlasting love,
My lovers beauty faded not...
Charming! Charming!! Queen of my paradise
her beauty faded not....
I forged a fistful lance for my battle.
I shield and fortified my faith whilst I forced my feeble to fracture..
My lance punctured my adversaries to fall..
I forbid fornication and forget my rankle..
I form a fortress of chastity and remain taintless..
I extinct fornication and pray for purity..
Good counsel
The enforced sleep to blind it all,
restless thoughts and what may befall.
Rescued from tensions to clear,
the truth so free that there is no more fear.
Tormented fortunes destiny in wilderness,
all tired receiving gladsomeness.
The pilgrimage as soul pioneer,
dreaming the larger life with heavenly cheer.
No longer let the vain world claim,
by the idleness of the chief mistress to refrain.
Holding that dream to escape that wise,
night shape liberty is the device.
To sleep it over labor for small gain,
may the weary nights spent in vain.
False and untrue knots of treason,
when loves compassion is not the reason.
Give the night the splendor as true proceeder,
listen to whispers of the taintless pleader.
Oh soul and bodies image guest,
fear not to touch that affection best.
Since heavens love in pure immortal high,
has mercy echoing through that new day rising sky.
That celestial love that we forget and ought,
counsel in lessons which needed to be taught.
Lovers scorn that love to possess,
when virtue claims ungratefulness.
Blessings for the nobler state to see,
gone is the fear by conditioned misery.