Best Term Poems
In the term of birth, fields begin to mend.
Tough soil softens in tones of brown umber,
Insects wriggle to rejoice winter's end.
Spiders spin webs, rising from their slumber.
Virgin trees rock gently in morning breeze,
yellow snowdrops greet tulips with bluebells.
Fresh flowers entice butterflies with bees,
seducing senses through hypnotic spells.
Sweet chorus of robins, trills through blue sky.
Their songs echo in golden morning hues.
Clouds hover in puffs of ivory dye.
Sun glows, inspiring my poetic muse.
Cherry blossoms look so perfect in pink
but their brief life, ponders the mind to think.
The Terms of Love
WHen
we finally
turned to
each othrer
after the chase
every part
of my being
cried out,
"Surrender"
[MILITARY PHILOSOPHY]: METTLE IS A BETTER WORD OR TERM!
Might strength along with an image be a concept to consider?
Else, to be strong is considered to be mighty.
Tapping into another’s reserve is a way to achieve an advantage.
The test of fate is allowed.
Like acquiring power from a source of pleasure.
Easy seen when you win.
Inoculate your fortress to be invincible.
Surface your mind to ruminate stratagem.
Absolute absorption of the power you possess.
Be of focus and conquest.
Engage your thoughts and emerge with invigorating ideas.
Trade show your heavy artillery to those you trust.
Take away knowledge to acumen the estate.
Establish an institution of today.
Respond when required even if vulnerability is present.
Wage efficaciously for thorough use of all resources.
Ornate to eradicate poor will.
Ruminate the home front amply.
Defeat downfall and roar once again.
Obstinate for thorough insight.
Resist when in question.
Time efficaciously for thorough use of all resources.
Edify to educate poor will.
Ruminate the home front amply.
Muddle downfall to roar once again.
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Written December 15, 2015!
My brain crushed with something over and all,
Maybe that’s it my memory loss, oh my God,
Misplaced or bouncing daily my mistake,
Extremely apologized with everyone,
Embarrassed with everyone, my apologies,
Elements of Periodic Table, I forgot,
Mathematics mind-buster formulas, I don’t care,
Maps of geography, where are they?
My class teacher also kicks me out of there,
Older than ages, it is spreading,
Over and over it is gaining,
Oh my god, it is irritating,
“Relax Son, its nothing!”,Pops says
Random Access Memory, my friends says,
Restless is my massive huge head,
Yesterday, I forgot to eat,
Year before, I forgot to wear,
You punch me, if I forgot to breath!
A Prophet is not one who can predict future acts.
He’s given the grace to see and relate the facts.
To those who are blind,
he appears most unkind,
And is susceptible to all kinds of attacks.
sometimes even when
temporary victory
is seen a draws best
Half-term holidays are here again
Two weeks of not going to school
Uniforms are in the washing machine
Even though the kids think they're uncool
After two days they'll be fighting
And I bet this will strike a chord
In a week you will be hearing
Those three little words “Mum, I’m bored”
Holiday companies charge more
Than they do during term-time
But you can't take them away then
You'll get fined because it’s a crime
None of the kids will read a book
They're on the console playing games
They won't take turns on the controller
So they call each other names
Board games they got for Christmas
Have never left the box
They have no patience to do jigsaws
And they're too old for building blocks
I turn off the TV and say
“We’re going to the park”
By the time they get their coats on
It’s going to be dark
Eventually we’re on our way
And the park gates are in sight
A youth who’s loitering near a tree
Asks me if I’ve got a light
I tell him I don't smoke
And he gives me a dirty look
Then he mumbles a reply
That sounds like gobbledygook
When we get into the park
There's no apparatus free
It’s all occupied by youths
And two are carving on a tree
My youngest starts to cry
He wants to go upon the swing
The occupant waves his fist
Wearing a knuckle-duster ring
Another youth produces a flick-knife
Designed to look like a comb
So I usher the kids towards the park gates
And tell them it’s time we went home
Back at the house it’s time for tea
And no-one says a word
My eldest child takes my hand in his
And says “Mum, were you scared?”
I tell him that those at the park
All probably thought they were cool
They'd probably roamed the streets
Instead of going to school
He smiles at me and says “you’re right,
Now what game can we play?”
My heart sinks and I realise
They're bored after one day
I dread to think how bored they'll be
When it’s a six week holiday
The fruit of my loins are ne'er done, sleep is
Just not an option worth considering.
They much prefer the notion of ploughing
Right on. Through the wall, and not thinking
About consequences, meaning they're fore'er
Fighting and arguing and arguing
And fighting. Just one... Just one day without
Rows would be a blessing. It's not that I
Don't love them. I do love them. Of course I
Love them. They are everything to me.
"I've lived too long," he ruefully said
As I was moving him to his last home.
"A respectable man would be dead.
My life is an obese, timed-out tome."
Truth lived in the old man's words.
He had reached the doddering age.
His brain shrunk to bird-like size--
A pity, he was once seen as a sage.
It's possible to outpace mortality's run
When body and mind come to naught.
But it isn't for us to declare "I'm done."
Valid moments may still be brought.
"What kind of moments?" he implored.
To live the full term God granted you.
It will be difficult but can't be ignored.
It's what Deity would have you do.
"With no quality of life, it's a sham.
It's senseless to endure such grief."
I opened a book picturing the Lamb,
And his face betrayed a sense of relief.
In His time you can bid this life adieu--
The ups and downs, the stress and strife.
Only then will you be thoroughly through.
Only then are you fit to turn in your life.
My charges are both off school.
"What shall we do today?"
"Can we please go to Jesters,
The day's all dull and grey."
So I'm in a soft play centre,
There's a cacophony of sound,
Children, screaming, shrieking,
My head's starting to pound.
The children are having lots of fun,
Climbing, sliding, swinging,
But the raucous noise is deafening,
My eardrums are ringing.
I'm trying to get them to come home,
To leave this intense roar,
But they just shout as they run off,
"No, we want to play some more."
So if you think my jobs a doddle,
No more than child's play,
I can tell you it's no picnic
In this noisy place today.
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I am the soul of all the Grecian Gods you have revered and penned
I know no matter what happens to you, you will come back to us in all ardency
The gods always test their worshippers, you know that, don't you?
You have made your home the temple of Jupiter. Very appreciative!
Now, move out of your blessed walls for a sterling holiday to Mount Olympus
You can't import an ancient religion into a completely different environment!
The whole point of it is that you keep your gods sweet and generous
- you scratch our backs, we will scratch yours to your hearts content!
High time you realised we establish a quid pro quo relationship
You have dared to make us only simple offerings of flowers, candles, incense sticks
Do you think titanic strengths can survive on such fancy stuff?
We the Greek Gods have a solemn protocol to suit our palates
You who have only slaughtered vegetables on your chopping board
Will watch and learn ritual sacrifice at the altar outside the temple
And then with your magic fingers in a jiffy overload our feasting tables
With an assorted array of the worlds best meaty cuisine and wine!
How could you just foolishly forget our hard taught lesson-
The way into hearts of the gods is through their stomachs?
The gods betray their anger that you have never ever attended their Summer Solstice
We the Greek Gods love romance, music, dance, sweet whispers on moonlit nights
Have you ever taken our breath away with a mesmerising song and sensual dance?
Come and beguile us in your skimpily robed flowers at Mount Olympus festival
Age is no barrier if you oblige to dance on a moonlit night,
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October28, 2015
Contest:Any poem#34 Contest
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Stop drinking alcohol,
this only reassures us,
like social media,
like your favourite TV shows,
and drugs,
that our personal problems are all okay,
when intoxication is an escape route,
from our abstract reality.
Smoke cannabis on special occasions,
with friends,
on holidays,
away from work,
and daily routines,
Marijuana is a medicinal herb,
like cough syrup,
don't abuse its benefits.
Exercise and go for a run,
Get lost in the gum tree bush,
find yourself amens fresh river streams,
and rich oxygen,
Perfect place to escape stress,
And release pain.
Wake up every day before sunrise,
Take all the opportunity,
to feel the sunlight,
above and beneath the eyes,
supplying us with all the vitamin D we need.
Stop watching Tv,
scrolling through social media,
Playing video games,
deflating our brains,
Manipulating our reality,
distorting the truths,
read books,
newspapers,
history,
and you'll see.
I know these future goals are difficult to attain,
But to emerge out of our sea shells,
we must confront our inner pains,
Don't let temptation dwell,
Don't restrict to the social norms,
Live life the way you feel,
Understand your body,
push its limits and boundaries,
until you realise there's none.
Sacrifice your time to help the poor and unconditioned,
to stand up on their feet,
into a healthy lifestyle and routine.
Live life with complete honesty,
And I promise you,
Nature will roll in ecstasy at your feet,
You will laugh with all joy,
with the realisation that,
sacrifice and love were meant to be.
Those who walk in falseness will disappear
by day, Night Stalker stairs as they merely
walk away. Life has the scales that balance
on the deepest, darkest sad rainy day.
Visions may be clouded but the final
message stays. The weak be those who doubted
on a sunny day. The teachings; turn the
other cheek, and then merely walk away.
Life tears the heart out, the soul will always
stay. Your emotions come and go, but the
soul will show the way. Some will go through the
motions, and be selfish in everyway.
Some never absorbed the teachings of why
Christ rose on that Easter Day. Let the pain
be lost in the short term. Know Christ will show
the path to the long term eternal way.
some ladies are annoyed
because boys will be boys
they call it toxic masculinity
based on logic they think they see
feeling there is a need
to teach us boys
how we should be
and that means more pleasant
than we are presently
they say that because they know more
that’s what they say but I’m not too sure
believing they’ve been sent to save us
from our ghastly horrid behaviours
when really they should go away
or understand the way we play
cus they see nastiness in us
interactions torturous
that we banter just because
that's the way been taught to us
by the older males who are horrible
according to these women fools
who fail to understand the difference
between hurtful and hate filled speeches
and banter with our near and dearest
for laughter to make an appearance
through their eyes it’s all just weirdness,
but then again they’ve got no shlong
they ain’t men so they are wrong
don’t like what you’re looking at move along
men and women are not the same
we use humour we call names
while you judge us like we’re insane
then interact just to complain
and tell us our ways can’t remain,
I think you might have half a brain
please remember
we’re different genders
and you can’t mend what you ain’t been
just go on home luv and flick your bean
then try and learn to understand
that men don’t flick they hold in hand
we’ve very different parts on us
and banter isn’t harming rough
because it’s humour look that word up
then look up the word retardedness
that’s you little Miss Marvellous
as you have never been a boy
next time when you feel annoyed
coming our way with your noise
is not a very clever choice
no patience left for your stupid voice
boys will be boys
and since you ain’t one
Bugger off!!
Girls fight behind each other’s backs,
Why don’t you concentrate on that,
not like boys who go face to face,
no, because women prefer to be two faced,
honourless bitterness and all a fake,
behaviour littered with mistakes!
Understand your flipping place!!