Best Thenceforth Poems
It twinkles brightly upon a baby’s first born cry
On September 23 to October 22 reigns up in sky
Transforming into a magical pair of scale
Hailing the beauty of Venus to unveil
As its Libran muses tread a path of life thenceforth
Soaring on element air, Friday has a blissful hoot
Ravenous taste on cereals, apples and berry fruit
Oh, are they on diet just to fit their suits?
They might have been smitten by a peaceful sky blue
Wearing gems with sparkling sapphire and jade in various hues
Their floral taste of rose in pink, white, blue, red or yellow
An exquisite gift of love, three for me and three for you
Born Libras are courteous and diplomatic
Loving, sweet and most especially romantic
They are easy-going and charming
They are very sociable and they are darlings
Born Libras are peaceable and fair
Lovers and friends to everybody, they prefer
They are balanced both in mind and in heart forever
No ambivalence for love, never a teeter-totter
Aug. 26,2014 6.10.00pm
I just got most of the information here from the designs of my favourite mug and cover of my piano piece. I don’t know if it is true ;)))))
within Zieglerville, pennsylvania
genuine snow white hair
upon her noggin doth adorn,
perhaps she will divulge to me (in private)
after i croon (to said lass),
the melody of Jimmy Crack Corn
hmm...or, maybe this mission
perchance twill be doomed from the start,
and hence finding me forlorn
thenceforth, a backup contingency measure,
would warrant me to don my thinking cap,
and for extra ordinary reinforcement unfold
each Taj Mahal shaped ear flap
plus (for reinforced ironic steeliness),
aye also resort to buttress
any aural "stormy Dani yelling)
via walled in interlap,
which accouterment functions
as a double agent i.e. (or,
to be rather crude),
an audiological jockstrap
to vet or figuratively kneecap
any unwanted infiltrating leaping lap
ping "FAKE" distracting news
inducing madcap
mass media circus
driving this generic teetotaler
to pour himself a nightcap
essentially providing wig gull room
with very little margin of ear err, or overlap
against bigwigs to trumpet pap
pill low ma rendered free and clear
asper insidious (mama mia) paparazzi
charting imp pea ching fear
bringing out bare arms
most likely something internuclear
simply to discover visa vis authenticity
if cute employee
(sporting hair
white as the virgin snow),
which doth simmer and glare
blindingly, thus necessitating sunglasses
(I choose the Ray-Ban brand)
as recommended by cited
all time favorite pharmacist
who unwittingly (or simply because
my myopic eyes didst stare)
fixedly - drawn to such a darling (doll ling)
explaining any reason to go THERE
to CVS - that tis where.
Salt is the seasoning, the spice of life
The reason for giving out
Flavors to heal hurt
Herbs to relieve grief
Suggestions that fill minds
With hope, faith and love
Salt is the zest of giving
The tang that touches
Upon the heart’s feelings
The additive that suggests
We all need God’s healing
With the adoring light of living
Salt is the flavoring, the hint of
Hope that rises inside one
Who knows that love is there
Alive on the inside of the soul
Where the Holy Spirit lives
And guides us toward much more
Salt is the sense of truth
That beckons to our minds
Heavenly suggestions of joy
Inspiring the spirit to delight
In the wisdom of sending out
Laughter, smiles and gentleness
Salt is the aroma of tears and sunshine
The grasp of feeling inside one
Who knows that faith is alive
Providing a sense of assurance
Insight into the scriptural blessings
That thrive with pure inspiration
Salt is the touch of color pouring down
From the edge of the rainbow
From beginning to end, shades
Of pastel gentleness relieving souls
Of the sorrow, worry and fear
Sending love through that stunning arc
Salt is the essence of God’s breath
Sighing with the whisper of a caress
Gentle appreciation sent down to us
Who know that He lives and sends us
Quiet joy, hope, faith, serenity and more
To fill us up with unconditional love
Matthew 5:13 King James Version
13 Ye are the salt of the earth: but if the salt have lost his savour, wherewith shall it be salted? it is thenceforth good for nothing, but to be cast out, and to be trodden under foot of men.
Salt Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
February 25, 2021
A lighthouse blinked deep in the shadows' gray
a fog-horn bordered at the distanced lines,
few stars were scattering above the bay
and scintillating mirrored in my eyes;
- my eyes were focusing upon the brines,
two forms outlined inside the nightly coals
and danced our waltz above the waves and shoals.
Betrothal blossoming of western winds
that blow the cumulus across the quay,
melds with the rising mist, the moon rescinds,
and fades in deepnesses of the dark sea;
beyond the shores the tidings brought to me,
the moonlight drenched in silver waves of flame,
and thenceforth heard his heart, and felt his claim.
I breathed his lonesome air, my soul's accord,
o mother of caressing waves' soft voice,
embraced I was, the silvering award
became my terminal, demanding choice;
inside the crystal night I felt rejoice ,
and in my tiny hands run his reply,
my destiny, the sea, and silent cry.
..
5/6/2014.© Giorgio Veneto, Gautami Phookan. All rights reserved
.
Strange how I met you
In a world where I have thought
That unspoken love abound.
Simply realized
Just how empty life had been
Till I look right through your eyes.
Thenceforth can’t forego
Shivers, they’re all that you bring
Oh, what a magical thing.
Vivid memory
Your smile was carved like a scar
Lingers to my whole being.
Ah! There from afar
You were yearned for night and day
More like a sweet candy bar.
I’ve kept you hidden
Deep into my soul’s secrets
Your home for so many years.
Drowning from inside
By this passion I possess
Nobody would ever guess
‘Coz deep within me
In utmost intensity
Live a love that can’t be free.
© Arabelle Sanchez-Grospe 08102014
Once it was wrinkles that blemished me in your eyes:
Youthfulness alone met your taste in workers.
Now it's my humanness that you scorn
For the power and stamina of robots I lack.
Yet sneer not at my flesh and bones:
True, they make me weak in work
But from them comes my consumer's thirst
That keeps alive the world of work.
Hands by turns should work and shop--
That's the cycle that keeps shops afloat,
And it only endures while humans work.
Robots don't shop so their shops go bust:
Let them that sack us beware of this!
Today you're the force and we the fossil
But tomorrow we'll adapt and be the force.
In history's graveyard big bones abound:
Dinosaurs, mammoths, and mastodons--
Let big business beware!
We'll take the door that you show us
Out of your shop and into our homes
Where we worked for ages past.
Mark well where that door stands
For there your headstone too shall stand
When homes cluster and rise again
To be our place of bed and bread.
Thenceforth, home-branded goods alone we'll buy
And watch your robots go jobless!
A sweet day that'll be when tables turn
And present to you a thing to learn--
A thing about us whom you fired
From jobs where we were long mired
Unaware that in us dwelled power
To quit and our own world create.
What the Stars Told Abraham (How to see like God)
Beloved, we wish you are right in what you write -
We are sworn to the truth of a rather high standard
El-ohim, in Triunity, spoke: "Let there be light!"
El-Shaddai, the Mighty One, gave Father Abram his reward
And just as Jesus told Nicodemus: You must be born again -
Abram had to become Abraham, Father of multitudes, first!
And Sarai the strong became Sarah, "Princess," of His nation
But Hagar had been used to rush the impatience of the flesh
In Abraham’s 99th year, God unleashed never-failing faith -
When Abraham did look up and beyond the stars:
The light of His celestial throne chased away doubt and night,
Yes, LORD, you shared eschatology with this patriarch of ours
He saw Jesus, the Lamb, pure in power and love, on God’s right -
He saw resurrection, without fear for his own flesh, and Isaac’s!
He loved obedience from thenceforth, taking delight
In God’s Law, in His Statutes, in the WORD, eternal Christ
When you look at the stars, beloved, on any night:
Think also of Father Abraham and the Covenant ...
It became real to him when he first loved the stars, the never-ending light -
In which there dwells no darkness or doubt, only perfect judgment
I have hid mine heart,
Within a prison cell,
Dark and cold,
Whose key, only you hold.
I have buried mine memories,
Within the chasms of time,
None is bare,
Those secrets, only you and I
share.
From thenceforth do we part,
From light and into darkness
do I tarry,
Into perdition,
E'en to the close of my time.
The memory of you, doth
linger,
E'en as the flowers, sprout on
graves,
And as the sun, doth shine,
E'en on the viper,
So I, e'en through the curse of
time,
Memories linger,
E'en to the sunset of my life,
These memories, a constant
companion.
This was my very first poem that I wrote back in 2012. I used to think poetry should be in classical English with thee, thou and thence etc :). But as I joined PS I discovered there are so many forms to work with
Something in piercing stillness,
its shrill voice fracturing light
sharing spaces quietude
mid-escape stark absolutes'
ever-present thenceforth...\
haunting dreams
upon long pausing nightfall,
wisps of darkly transcending
reminders constant 'tween breaths
shattering realities' reproach
buried deep within unresolved hearts,
dense air filled of shudders
no earthly sighs uttered,
merely kaleidoscopic tears
cascading obscure eyes
wailing 'pon tepid winds,
untoward thrashing of
ageless moon's mourning,
crucial silent echoes' boasting
otherworldly dimension's shadowed
speech sans heartbeat,
flailing after the fact 'neath
ghostly retribution's apologies,
kneeling in retaliatory ashes
The stream.
Sunlight Flicks through branch and falls
On shady copse and tree lined halls.
To scatter bright on dreaming stream,
Which flows amongst the woodland scene.
Then on to twist through leafy glade
And out into the light - Parade.
It chatters on through cobbled brook
And Bubbles up from rocky nook.
Over silver fish and dancing fly,
Where waving fingered branches lie.
Thenceforth to a place where the water slows,
A gentle pond amongst the meadows.
It's waters clear and sleepy calm,
Serenaded by a Buntings psalm.
Which flutters in and gently feeds,
Then darts between the cotton reeds.
To its nest with tiny hearts that beat,
In a place where shade and sunlight meet.
This summer haze where all is still
Does joy into my heart distil.
I sit and watch the ripples run,
Rise and fall, reflect the sun.
At banks of sedge they slowly play
A rhythmic dance then fade away.
I wonder the words to pen here,
Once I said you those three words
And you assayed a story thereafter.
Few letters were found brushed off
Few were found bedded with dusts
Leaving rest of the pages tore apart
Where the letters within... were lost somewhere.
Thenceforth I sought to pen few new stories
I found those same letters were repeated
From the unsanded story ...
That we once secured to write together.
Yet I tried to perceive few fresh letters
ANd there I was perplexed
When those letters synonymised
The letters...those were lost somewhere
When the pages of the unsanded story were tore apart.
Once I tried to pen the same old story
But thence you already composed one of yours''
And thereafter I left it incomplete
Yet penning it with few scattered letters
And mindless words.
You seemed to pen yours" with melodic words
And I lamented mine,
You were blessed to revive with a new life
And I was cursed
Still searching for those letters...lost somewhere.
Yet I pray to be blessed with those letters
So that I can pen it again...
I just need to find out those same old letters
But here I need you
So that I can assay the same story hereafter.
One day I said to love
Will you be rain
She is speechless !
Next day I expressed to love
Will you be sunshine
She is soundless !
Day after day , I have been requesting her
Will you be sky
Will you be bird
Will you be my pleasure
She is silent !
one day love says to me
You will be soil
And I shall be flower
Thenceforth when the flower kisses to the soil
Memorial of love is created at that place
Did you observe it !
SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA
Mysterious eerie visage of full moon comes forth
There is eerie wild sound coming from woods to the north
It will have its grip on soul of the night henceforth
And it will be sound underlying mystery thenceforth
It is the owl making ho-ho resonance as it flew above the meadow
And then disappeared in moon lighten shadow
Her eyes giving off predatory glow
They say some birds can carry soul from heavens to Earth bellow
The owl that makes that eerie sound
Suggests that her soul is unbound
And that is profound
Because things from other side of the moon by her are found
Athena is known to have an owl
Not raven duck or waterfowl
It was an owl
That not only midnight forest but spirit world would prowl
Athena and her owl were followed by a cult
What would owl bring to our world question is difficult
Maybe it is mind that needs no foundation to reach result
Not referenced by continuity only to its definition would be this result
There is something about those forward facing eyes
There is something about the silence with which owl transverses the skies
There is something about abyss like depth that in her eyes lies
When the eyes pierce through one’s very soul one knows owl is wise
From near one pole to the other, from South to North,
Billions of tons of ice melt every year, climate change
It’s become one of the major problems on this planet thenceforth.
Planet Earth has suffered many disasters, henceforth
As oceans swirl and cause worldwide havoc, a total range,
From near one pole to the other, from South to North,
Bush Fires cause incalculable damage to homes, once orth,
Now in ruins, animals die, bush, trees destroyed, people rearrange,
It’s become one of the major problems on this planet thenceforth.
In Australia, Knysna South Africa, Canada, other places, its wrath,
Sweeping across countryside, suburbs forcing snakes to writhe,
From near one pole to the other, from South to North,
Frightening storms lightening, dangerous by water or a porth,
People, animals, tall structures at risk, comfort for safety in exchange
From near one pole to the other, from South to North,
People across our globe we plead with you, help us go forth
To find a solution, for we will all perish if we don’t, we must arrange
From near one pole to the other, from South to North,
It’s become one of the major problems on this planet thenceforth.
Poetry Contest : A Major World Problem
Sponsored By: L Milton Hankins
Dated : 18/04/2021
Variations On A Theme...
Ach'n (ache Ken) Existential Struggle...
(NOT by Bellini, Paganini, Rossini...
Eeny Meany Miney Moe - si,
nor the three stooges tee hee hee)
twill never end till...this oft writ trend
of mine will never end,
only when...mortality
ike'n no longer defend!
Thus...once again, (or...as per usual),
this poem iz a boot
ruminations about bout,
who else except this ole coot
at das receiving end damned
lifetime role, and goot
raw end of deal, sans docks side of
moon efficient intervention
(teachers never gave a hoot)
as they appeared oblivious,
how moost all classmates did loot
mine emotional account, viz
cheap trick super tramp ping coot
tees reviled, renounced,
and wreaked havoc as root
of all misfortunate previous
to mine existence,
as iced (sic culled) hood
reaper remained mute
and scythe lent,
while (cue in dolorous)
melody issued from
Mose Arts magic flute,
whereat serpent (also known
in political circles as
Sally Salamander Newt
Gingrich) charmed goaded,
and relentlessly needled
Eve with snake hushed snoot,
thenceforth viper got ramrod
rigid taut as jute
of course this a fallacy as
just smore hove my fruit
fully "FAKE" pre fabric hated
discombobulated trumpeting ill suit
head prevarications – more
offal than glute
tee us expulsion, donned
as invisible faux poetic
apparel clothing with astute
cheeky effects, thus allowing,
enabling, and providing
adapt tub bull usage as zoot suit,
or as space age jumpsuit,
when I travel (with my cute Malamute
outsize prairie dog like fine home
companion) to the outer limits
of the twilight zone,
which groovy farout signals
detected by vodafone
and desperate plea made
to aliens to abduct me
(receiving an affirmative
digital binary tone)
courtesy of publishers,
unlike the negative responses,
predictably forecast, no complex koan
but clear as day -
inducing a slight inward moan,
which figurative slap in face
finding yours figuratively prone,
hence...a recurring well known
fantasy regarding plucking
this chicken (198920) heart lee
moss see rolling stone.