Best Tangibles Poems
As the stars cross this brumous night ~
Standing here with these white washing tides
Carrying away the sands beneath my feet
Glancing beyond the repetitious of this champagne sea
Swells amid the rifts now rising....
Before my thoughts and inside of my heart
Communing with a chromatic collage of endless faces ~
This colloquy within my own souls revelations
As the mist before my eyes begins to clear
And the lighthouse of truth, as truth is, begins to appear
Castaway phantoms walking upon the waters
Beckoning unto me all of their beauties ~
Their irreplaceable hopes and dreams....
Transcending the tangibles, amid an unproportional world
The relevancies of every life, speaking unto me
As a warm tear rolls down my face
While Jupiter explodes, before my eyes ~
Impaling my spirit with these impeccable purities....
Sublime; as I walk further into the swishing swirling currents
Toward the fathoms of acceptances understandings
Taking their precious hands, as the moon smiles upon their, glow ~
Born anew, within this panoramic and palindrome view....
Embracing their beating breathing hearts~These creations!
Turning back the tides of time; castaways no more
For it is all of life that I see now, deep inside the splendor
The wonders of whom they are, each, as a precious jewel ~
Awakened, amid these implosive clarities....
As the stars cross the fading brumous night
Standing here with the white washing tides
Carrying away the sands beneath my feet, forever ~
Glancing beyond the repetitions of this champagne sea
Phantasms of once thought lore, smiling as they come alive
Lessons learned, and shifting dunes, of truths unfold....
While these rubies as tears, fall, from the corners of my sight
Marking my cheeks, unto their graves of what used to be
Slightly quivering lips; as these endless wells of emotion, arise inside
Realizing, how much I truly care, for each and every one, of their lives ~
Mars, now embracing Venus with, an everlasting kiss....
~ Of ~
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~ Unconditional Love! ~
Categories:
tangibles, life, love, passion, peopleme,
Form:
As the stars cross this brumous night ~
Standing here with these white washing tides
Carrying away the sands beneath my feet
Glancing beyond the repetitious of this champagne sea
Swells amid the rifts now rising....
Before my thoughts and inside of my heart
Communing with a chromatic collage of endless faces ~
This colloquy within my own souls revelations
As the mist before my eyes begins to clear
And the lighthouse of truth, as truth is, begins to appear
Castaway phantoms walking upon the waters
Beckoning unto me all of their beauties ~
Their irreplaceable hopes and dreams....
Transcending the tangibles, amid an unproportional world
The relevancies of every life, speaking unto me
As a warm tear rolls down my face
While Jupiter explodes, before my eyes ~
Impaling my spirit with these impeccable purities....
Sublime; as I walk further into the swishing swirling currents
Toward the fathoms of acceptances understandings
Taking their precious hands, as the moon smiles upon their, glow ~
Born anew, within this panoramic and palindrome view....
Embracing their beating breathing hearts~These creations!
Turning back the tides of time; castaways no more
For it is all of life that I see now, deep inside the splendor
The wonders of whom they are, each, as a precious jewel ~
Awakened, amid these implosive clarities....
As the stars cross the fading brumous night
Standing here with the white washing tides
Carrying away the sands beneath my feet, forevermore ~
Glancing beyond the repetitions of this champagne sea
Phantasms of once thought lore, smiling as they come alive
Lessons learned, and shifting dunes, of truths unfold....
While these rubies as tears, fall, from the corners of my sight
Marking my cheeks, unto their graves of what used to be
Slightly quivering lips; as these endless wells of emotion, arise inside
Realizing, how much I truly care, for each and every one, of their lives ~
Mars, now embracing Venus with, an everlasting kiss....
~ Of ~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~ Unconditional Love! ~
Categories:
tangibles, loveme, stars,
Form:
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Analyzing satires celeste images defined?!
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Archetypes born side by side; carmine halos...
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Transcending tangibles collective bell jar host
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Internal objectives journey through the superlatives
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Austere tides; juxtapositions museful nirvana eyes!?
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Gazing upon celebral traces marking barefoot sands...
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Latitudes showers from variables littoral clouds anew
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Raining verticals truths aligned beyond, imaginations shores
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Lissome dynamics peering into the nows mirrored mind?!
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Monolithic hues; retracing tangibles celeste analyzed...
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..."Majestic Mandamus" ~
Categories:
tangibles, faith, love, passion
Form:
Free verse
hello everyone
allow me to be the last to say
happy new year to you all
may it be a wonderful year
peace and blessings to each of you
below are three separate entries
written in free verse format
I will return soon
thank you
"it matters not"
for the love of the sea
it matters not I sit and stare
I know I'm here
the far and wide unveil glory
we both whisper a story
secrets of hopes and wishes
secrets of worlds of fishes
as tides roll to and fro
my thoughts I don't want to go
blessed with a front row seat
up above seagulls come to meet
their treasure food to survive
my treasure my soul comes alive
sounds heard across her sphere
I hold within close and dear
gentle yet loud for one and all
quiet still vocal as a waterfall
a wondrous castle in the air
it matters not I sit and stare
SkyWatcher
december 2023
*****
"if"
if I have to tell you
what does it matter
if I have to explain
what does it matter
if I have to justify
now it matters
don't question
what isn't understood
don't analyze
my walk of miles
don't criticize
my fractured soul
if all this has to be
leave me to be free
SkyWatcher
december 2023
*****
"fallen angel"
speak fallen angel
never be silent
sound your voice
hear fallen angel
sing with birds
listen to nature
see fallen angel
witness life
find your soul
feel fallen angel
experience love
know the divine
touch fallen angel
hold what is yours
extend all tangibles
wish fallen angel
envision beauty
dream each desire
stand fallen angel
follow yellow brick roads
journey to peace
believe fallen angel
dare with possibilities
the world is open
soar fallen angel
be the butterfly
breathe a rebirth
fallen angel
fallen angel
you have the power
you have the power
SKyWatcher
01-07-24
Categories:
tangibles, dream, endurance, feelings, strength,
Form:
Free verse
Time after time, the thief struck,
but I could never report a loss.
Tangibles were not taken.
I knew the identity of the perpetrator
but couldn't ask for ordinary justice.
This was no ordinary criminal.
This deceiver led me down
paths of promise to find fulfillment . . .
for the flesh was weak.
Each time, I paid a fee,
a degree of my self-respect,
joy, and peace of mind.
How could the sincere youth
who invited Jesus into her heart
at age 14 be acting so--lost?
Internal thieves are the hardest to defeat.
Only God could help me.
I prayed--truly believing.
Over time, He banished the deceiver,
my desire for what He's forbidden,
and nurtured the better part of me.
Sins, though forgiven, have consequences.
He left a reminder,
a scar in my memory,
to keep me from ever again
becoming what I once was.
Date: March 25, 2019
Contest Title: Strength Thru Adversity
Sponsor: Gregory R. Barden
Placed third in Lu Loo's Beautiful Scars contest in November 2015
May 28, 2019, entered in Anthony Slausin's Truth Poetry Contest
April 6, 2021, entered in Brian Strand's All Yours (April 7) contest
January 4, 2023
Revealing Your Soul and Other Tension Poetry Contest Placed 2nd
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
Categories:
tangibles, forgiveness, god, sin,
Form:
Free verse
As the stars cross this brumous night ~
Standing here with these white washing tides
Carrying away the sands beneath my feet
Glancing beyond the repetitious of this champagne sea
Swells amid the rifts now rising....
Before my thoughts and inside of my heart
Communing with a chromatic collage of endless faces ~
This colloquy within my own souls revelations
As the mist before my eyes begins to clear
And the lighthouse of truth, as truth is, begins to appear
Castaway phantoms walking upon the waters
Beckoning unto me all of their beauties ~
Their irreplaceable hopes and dreams....
Transcending the tangibles, amid an unproportional world
The relevancies of every life, speaking unto me
As a warm tear rolls down my face
While Jupiter explodes, before my eyes ~
Impaling my spirit with these impeccable purities....
Sublime; as I walk further into the swishing swirling currents
Toward the fathoms of acceptances understandings
Taking their precious hands, as the moon smiles upon their, glow ~
Born anew, within this panoramic and palindrome view....
Embracing their beating breathing hearts~These creations!
Turning back the tides of time; castaways no more
For it is all of life that I see now, deep inside the splendor
The wonders of whom they are, each, as a precious jewel ~
Awakened, amid these implosive clarities....
As the stars cross the fading brumous night
Standing here with the white washing tides
Carrying away the sands beneath my feet, forevermore ~
Glancing beyond the repetitions of this champagne sea
Phantasms of once thought lore, smiling as they come alive
Lessons learned, and shifting dunes, of truths unfold....
While these rubies as tears, fall, from the corners of my sight
Marking my cheeks, unto their graves of what used to be
Slightly quivering lips; as these endless wells of emotion, arise inside
Realizing, how much I truly care, for each and every one, of their lives ~
Mars, now embracing Venus with, an everlasting kiss....
~ Of ~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~ Unconditional Love! ~
Categories:
tangibles, love,
Form:
I saw several plastic bags caught
upon driftwood, swaying atop the ocean.
A beer can or five lay scattered nearby
soon to be taken and kept by the tide.
I placed all trash in the bag I gripped,
holding other cans, plastics, bags for chips.
I could not fathom who would do this
and stilled my sad-mad trembling lips.
We cannot seem to fight corporate greed,
but must people also cause land to bleed?
Littering breaks my entire heart
within the spiritual eternal part.
There resides my unique “I am”;
a force that radiates a breaking spark,
that hurts and longs to understand.
What lays the ways of any living man
who nonchalantly murders earth-land?
All tangibles the careless now own
came from something nature grown.
I know this is a truth widely known.
The earth has a true heartbeat –
a pulse littering may yet defeat.
The oceans, forests and even the streets,
see me picking up trash in a sad repeat.
Despite my raw anger, I often weep.
I know God lovingly created planet art
because when I move the ‘h’ in earth
it conveys we reside in His very heart.
Do not, I pray and besiege this day,
kill His artistry with garbage this way.
Categories:
tangibles, abuse, earth, emotions, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Self-Actualization-Acrostic with rhyme
S eductive symmetry saintly standing still
E levated energy with eyes that enthrill
L ifting lasting longing luminescence
F aithful freewill fulfilling presence
A mending appetites aligning absolutes
C onstructive criticism completing computes
T rusting tendencies toward tenacious tangibles
U ltraviolet understanding of the unpassables
A ccelerated acknowledgment accepting allure
L imitless locomotive with lossless leisure
I mmersive illuminating infinite immortal
Z ealous zygomorphous of zeros portal
A ngelic amplification adoring adient arrows
T olerance toward turbulent troubles
I gnitable idealistic intuitive image
O mniscient obedient outstanding visage
N oble natural naked nutritious finish.
Self-Actualization-Double Acrostic without rhyme
S eductive symmetry saintly standing stills
E levated energy with eyes of luminescence
L ifting lasting longing thrill
F aithful freewill fulfilling yourself
A mending appetites with absolute criteria
C onstructive criticism completing euphoric
T rusting tendencies toward temporal twilight
U ltraviolet understanding of the ultimate you
A ccelerated acknowledgement accepting academia
L imitless locomotive in a lunatic lustful
I mmersive illuminating infinite nuclei
Z ealous zygomorphous of zestful pizzaz
A ngelic amplification adoring armonica
T olerance toward turbulent toxicant
I gnitable idealistic intuitive iambi
O mniscient obedient outstanding obligato
N oble natural naked nutritious novation.
Nov.08.2016
SELF ACTUALIZATION - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: San Woo
Categories:
tangibles, analogy, destiny, philosophy,
Form:
Acrostic
She was eminently qualified in numbers
Held fast to the beliefs in physical objects
Felt every molecule down to her mortal soul
Religion guided Sue through water and soil
Down in the mud of love
Prayer lined up on the side of God
A tool most useful in the invisible realm
If not
She was locked in tangibles
Sherlocked away to wait for Easter
Buried under a stone most uncomfortable
Undetected
To be deduced, from what is and what is not
Thereby order could be restored on Sunday
Drilled down to the atomic level of abomination
Established first by logic in the seventeenth century
Light won't pass through the ways of reason
Being solid as it stands
Where souls split into the Adam unnatural at Evening
All men are created equal to their mortal core
The Iliad and Odyssey are read and dead
In another language long and gone
Sue knows Greek as a 5 letter word
Greek know Sue more than you know
Trojans were of another kind of clan
Spoke Luwian at length
Cuneiform or hieroglyphic characters carved
Souls starved for more attention than misunderstanding
Stood out in their own reflection
Crawled home in a holy hole for protection
Flashlights are not prescribed for reading Homer
We recommend Sue's interpretation of the past
Objects in Archeological pockets are counted
Sins glow in the dark inspected
Calculated to the numerical physicality of being
Extolled by Sue who knows such things
Gold is found without tools to grasp the meaning
Souls unearthed remain with words unspoken
English is not an ancient tongue
Extensions take the dig
Can only go so far
Sue knows who you are
Before it starts
Categories:
tangibles, adventure, celebrity, history, mystery,
Form:
Free verse
What’s hiding in the attic
Nothing but dusty boxes of sentimental relics
~ past I can’t let go
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
Categories:
tangibles, meaningful, memory, old,
Form:
Other
The ghost it has him looking back but it shows him only shadows.
Disguising all that may exist there within the confines of its illusions.
And the ghost he asks of him is there really anything at all.
And if so where are the tangibles.
So the rider sits behind the wheel grinding out the miles hour after hour
Listening to tunes on the radio that remind him of a t time that once was.
And he—he may never know because the ghost;
It lives in his mind forever asking are you so sure you yourself are even real?
Who can say anymore with any true conviction?
In spite of all the raw memorized emotions caused by love or despair back then.
There seem only repeaters and story tellers left everything else;
Seems to have simply slipped into the dark of night that always comes falling
And while death with his crocked finger points a demanding hand;
Claiming neither need for explanation appropriate nor point of pleas given.
With its wicked withering it sways to augmented lyrics that repeat the words;
“And it’s strange, so very- very strange”
Categories:
tangibles, death, may,
Form:
Free verse
God creates life for artists imaginations
To fill in colors, missing parts with no mistakes
Tangibles become open, solid, clear
Aged by the absence of interpretation
With so much space the rest is left up to us
Where less is more
Persistence initiates
No desire or permission to preexist
We simply are when time comes out to play
What is that repetition in the woods
With proportions measured out
The warbler knows no other song but rain
Again to follow it on wet branches
Or on grounds it wobbles about to drown
Moving on with no doubt from where it came
The honey badger staggers awkwardly
A chance to find a mate perhaps
Hiding underbrush at closer range
You know that it is there intuitively
By the invisibility conjectured vacancies
If only memory would listen
Let artists fill in the empty spaces colored
Allow God to do his job as well
Categories:
tangibles, appreciation, art, color, creation,
Form:
Free verse
Analyzing satires celeste images defined?!
Archtypes born side by side; carmine halos....
Transcending tangibles collective bell jar host
Internal objectives journey through the superlatives
Austere tides; juxtapositions museful nirvana eyes!?
Gazing upon celebral traces marking barefoot sands....
Latitudes showers from variables littoral clouds anew
Raining verticals truths aligned beyound, imaginations shores
Lissome dynamics peering into the nows mirrored mind?!
Monolithic hues; retracing tangibles celeste analyzed....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
...."Majestic Mandamus" *
Categories:
tangibles, hope, life, love,
Form:
I was 5 years old when I first stepped onto this land of the free
America, the place that I heard was the best place to be
To live a better life to become better beings
To chase the American Dream to provide for our family, the finer things
The world tells us wealth and power is the number one
But is that what really provides us the happiness at the end of our run?
What really is the American Dream?
Tainted by our materialistic desires, we believe that worldly success transfers into content
But will we really forever be at peace with just these tangibles present?
To achieve this American Dream means long hours at work away from our families and friends
To hear everyday, “Daddy, will you be able to make my recital?”
Or, “Honey, come home early today. Please.”
To buy the family hundred dollar Nikes and thousand dollar Louis Vuittons
But to have lost the word, “family” in its entirety
No, this isn’t my American Dream
The media tells us, Just Do It, and we’re all individuals but we’re all part of a movement
Pressured by the media to buy what we can’t and to be who we aren’t
In a world of rich be rich and poor be poor,
We can never be content with just the objects of this world.
True moments of happiness occur between family and friends
To gain all of the world’s objects is in no comparison to the bond that a family holds
To continue this spiritual value against the tangibles that will one day no longer be
To earn self-confidence in the goodness of the future generation
For this is my American Dream.
Categories:
tangibles, childhood, family, history, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
Someone wrote for praise today
Water on my molding clay
You like the hard subject, a gift
Of wind without a lift
For I would think
My world so transparent in words
Would explain my link
My little flight with birds
For things of the poet's heart
Are not the tangibles of our life
Though by tangibles we break apart
And enter vile vortex of strife
I care for every forest razed
Every broken wing of child
Every woman raped, battered, daze
Every soldier wounded in the fight
I am the echo of art, the points
Of negotiation with powerlessness
The sacrifice that love appoints
I disrupt coherence of selfishness
And will confront kings and citadels
A vulture at the rotten heart
A dog to bark and bite at infidels
I am the conscience in the art.
This is my gift, my task, my delight
To be a candle in starless windy night
To tell the disillusioned you are right
To take to hell the gospel's fight
And proclaim God's kingdom come
So love is not an easy chair for me
Not noble dreams of figment freedom
I am its better memory.
Categories:
tangibles, hope, inspirational, lifelove,
Form:
Verse