Best Their Poems
They hide behind mountains of ignorance,
judging within a valley of selfish love.
Among weeds where flowers refuse to grow,
to the mercy of hypocrites -
only we can set them free.
As we poets prepare our pens,
in the ceremony of a new dawn,
let us flow like a million petals,
spreading peace through our fingertips,
because our hearts beat the same.
When they fire bullets at those already wounded,
let us swim within sapphire seas of serenity,
healing through the purity of compassion -
we can beat them at their own game.
As twilight signals a new dawn,
an abundance of colourful sparkles,
infiltrate silent stars, disturbing their reverie,
but the moon gazes in admiration,
as illuminations brighten horizons.
In hope of a beautiful new sunrise,
tomorow can be the first day
to strum heavenly strings,
singing lullabies of peace.
Silent One
Simple Musing
01/01/2019
Hope everyone has a great start to 2019,
hope all your hopes, dreams and aspirations come true.
The desired Anti-Christ will have disciples
followers who carry guns and rifles
It's not known if they believe the lies
though evidence is before their ears and eye's
No matter who says it's not right
they want their way or else they'll fight
Their minions cower beneath in fright
counting votes beneath the light
Fearing not the Lord above
But paying homage to what they love
Truth and honor cannot exist
as long as their will we must resist
sence when is lyng an art
sence when did judges set not apart
sence when are laws set aside
or our Oath no longer a matter of pride
When the call is made to call a spade a spade
Dispight concerns of parties praise
And true Justice we find delayed
By lame dicisions a court has made
History eventually show hero's and villians
Heaven judges the wills of those forgiven
They seldom repent and reguard "not now"
They will not relent or disavow
They follow their lord with supplies of lies
Even though Providence and truth are near by
Don't they know it's just a matter of time
And Hell will not wipe one tear from their eye's
I
fear
the night
most of all-
when voices whisper
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September 23, 2019
Poetry/Fibonacci/since their deaths
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1183-334-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for, FFI Series 7, Fibonacci
Brian Strand
Podium Place 2
Poem of the Day, September 25, 2019
Well guys I’m going to tell you a secret
You don’t really know me
I have not been honest
I am not who I say I am
Yesterday I discovered the real me…
I’m a ninja – yes honestly I’m a ninja
I have proof from www.anagrammer.com
Ninja Salol …………………….…..Jan Allison
So I thought I’d have fun with a few names here
Hope no one is offended.. but they are quite amusing!
Casual Pull …………………...... …… Paul Callus
Diarrhetic Ande ….…………….Andrea Dietrich
Archaean Cans …………… …….Casarah Nance
Ard Man ………………………….......……. Armand
Hmm is Tit ……………………....…….Tim Smith
Savour Hart ……………………...…. Arthur Vaso
ill can Jokes ……………………....….Jack Ellison
Hencoop **** ………….….….…..Shane Cooper
Horny Rash Ram ……….………Harry Horsman
Lycra Nim ………………….…......……. Lyric Man
Go Mercurial Ire …………….….Maurice Rigoler
Peer over………………………......….….Eve Roper
Ramshackle Cure……………. Earl Schumacker
Salutes Sir…………………………....….Lei Strauss
Mercy Tis So ………….……....………Mystic Rose
Can Hear Microchip………Charmaine Chircop
Upgrade Gent…………………….….Peter Duggan
Warrants Done……………..….. Darren Watson
Sit Leprechaun................... Paul Schneiter
9th February 2015
Maternal tears
Never managing to let go
Vicarious pleasure, vicarious pain
Wishing their life were easier
Wishing they could avoid the pitfalls
You see so clearly
The traps that seem so obvious
Wishing solutions were as clear to them
As they are to you
They need to live their own life
As you lived yours
Learn their lessons on their own
They want to express their individuality
They’re not mini versions of you
Or your second chance at life
They need to plough their path
Clear their own way
Create their own world
They need to man up and
deal with their own consequences
As you yourself had to do
Your hand delivering prepackaged solutions
Cannot help them since it’s figuring it all out
That’s the process of growing up
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on February 4, 2018 to contest YOUR BEST POEM IN THE LAST YEAR sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 1ST
November 17, 2017 Poem of the Day
I watch a sunset
that I'd love to share
and nobody sees it but me
I'm scratching my head
in utter amazement
that nobody cares much to see
Things to accomplish
things to get done
a million things every day
And all of these things
have one thing in common
they manage to get in the way
"In the way of what?"
as you may well ask
"I'm doing my best to get by."
And oh, what a shame
so sad and so true
we squander our lives 'til we die
And doing their best
devoid of expression
their faces are empty and bleak
So busy, so dizzy
en masse, repetition
robotically, chronically weak
And what are they doing?
Yes, why such devotion
to this seemingly endless malaise?
They're taking a rain check
and storing up treasures
and longing for much brighter days
No time for a sunset
no walks in the park
no place for a soft ocean breeze
They march on in madness
a dutiful army
en route to their chosen disease
THEIR GREATER SIN
They call one who speaks for Liberty a Fascist
They claim man made end of world as a proven tenet
And to them ‘free’ means imprimatur to ravish
Expressed with many a ‘You know’ ‘It’s like’ and ‘Ennit!’
They proclaim themselves as ‘liberal’ though they favour
The hard politics of socialism central
With a strong taste of Marx in its flavour
That just gives me an affliction in the ventral
Of dark villainy I now seek to accuse
And reserve a special torment to confer
Not for all the sins above from which I bruise
Nor self righteousness they constantly aver
It is the painful wounds for which there is no bandage
Their cruel destructive treatment of the English Language
Poems have their verses
Blinded by the light
Stood outside to stare
Counting clouds in groups of two
If only you were there
Dreams may come in circles
Rounding out the bend
Ovals in a cornered box
Wanting you again
Laughing through the sadness
Easing past the fear
Bandages of cotton call
Wishing you were here
Singles by the double
Threes improve the score
Adding up the right and wrong
Needing you once more
Pens run out of ink
Pencils break their lead
Chalkboards need to be erased
I’ll love you instead
Poems have their verses
Often they do rhyme
It really matters not to me
As long as you are mine
shivering dewdrops
yearn for warmth
naïve innocence
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Contest: Magicicada 13
Sponsor: Maureen McGreavy
20th June, 2018
where *Sharia reigns
women are precious jewels
hide them from the world
let no other man behold
the diamond that you possess
guard that precious gem
her ovaries will get hurt
if she drives a car
yet Sharia will permit
your woman to be chauffeured
letting jewels drive
could lead to prostitution
yet young gems are mined
and driven to Syria
Al-Queda’s ruby pleasures
dancing in the rain
two Pakistani sisters
shame their family
honor killings rained bullets
on pearls that smile on YouTube
where education
is horribly unbalanced
Jihad goes crazy
a gem shot by fanatics
receives the Nobel Peace Prize
For Richard Lamoureux's Let's Talk About It Poetry Contest
*Sharia (Islam) the body of canonical law based on the Koran that lays down certain duties and penalties for Muslims
a five- tanka series done in traditional syllable count. (Well, I hope at least a few of them are decent tanka!)
Inspired by and Written 7/17/2015 for the Patriarchy Contest of Thomas Martin
To see the short dance of the Pakistani girls killed to save family "honor", please click on my link at the top.
twisters swirl
nest graveyards ‘neath fallen trees
birds mourn their unborn
A couple of weeks ago I fell in love
OK, I will come clean and I will admit it
I’ve finally found the one I’ve been looking for so so long
I open the door and you are there
All this time you’ve been sitting patiently waiting for me
Waiting for me to reach out for you
Hold you in my hands so tenderly
Undress you and admire your wonderful form
Finally to discover your sweet soft center
Today I could wait no longer
I succumbed to your deep dark charms and I devour you
I lick my lips with satisfaction and smile a blissful smile
I confess … I ate my final Reece’s Plain chocolate Peanut Butter Cup
which has been in the fridge for three weeks
9th September 2014
Within the quiet of the night,
amid the shadows of my pain,
the strength I held so fast to,
ebbs, as another tear does gain.
With out the giving of consent,
it brings forth a fellow traveler.
To follow a chaotic coarse,
across my cheeks, twilight pallor.
Bare of conscience thought, I brush aside,
the meaning each holds alone.
I hide behind my false bravado,
as my tears dry on their own.
"REBELS" WAS THEIR NAME
Judge not, that ye be not judged.
Matthew 7:1-3 KJV
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Each fair familiar feature of their face
aglows with the dim lit day's assistance,
rests upon strong shoulders reminiscent
of roses bloom, see their trust and proud grace.
Before those same red cheeks were flags of shame;
tearing at their hearts, rebels they were named.
Who knows, are they friends, sisters, or lovers?
They don't look alike but but they live strong,
telling their own truth stopped rumor's hover,
truth clears the blind eyes, errs are not lifelong.
While the shrinking sun delights in its role,
can they sustain falsehood, forgive such ways?
They chose to stand strong, still in mute dismay
but in their bosoms dwell two holy souls.
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~~Inspired by the painting: Twilight Confidances
by Cecilia Beaux 1888~~
__Olive Eloisa D. Guillermo__
4:30 pm; January 17, 2015
"Their Queen Pheromones"
Nectar
attracts
foraging
honey bees
with components
of their
Queen Pheromones
the butterflies beckon
their inner wasps
to sup on clover
four leafed, beds of velvet
green virgins unseen
herein slumbers
far too gone
to lie in wait
love expells
from his fevered pate
the crown of Lysander
fragrantly torrid
oriental orchids
for the hidden deep pink
in those errant
loose lusty forget-me-nots
whispering in the naked ones
those of deeper blue hues
thorny bent over, then
faces to the sun
long dark night violate blooms
those blushing black roses
supine against a lux body
of moist work
pushing lust and love
hard as a rock
in the fertile mind of
the luscious Lillith garden
no socks.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
"I'm a fountain of blood
In the shape of a girl
You're the bird on the brim
Hypnotised by the whirl
Drink me, make me feel real
Wet your beak in the stream
Game we're playing is life
Love's a two-way dream “
"I'm a path of cinders
Burning under your feet
You're the one who walks me
I'm your one-way street”
"I'm a tree that grows hearts
One for each that you take
You're the intruder's hand
I'm the branch that you break”