Best Thinkings Poems
Strands of satiny pineapple fibers
From the superbly prickly pieces of leaves
Refined by the nifty naked hands
Of the great sophisticated artisans
Beyond this unequaled plant
Is a peculiar product exist
Only native Filipinos - Tagalogs can procreate
An art of aesthetic craftsmen
The fabric of my historical breed
Versatile apparel suits for formal affairs - weddings
From 20 meters of silk processed and produced - four months
Nation known as PEARL OF THE ORIENT
Exaltedly introduces this "BARONG TAGALOG"
Through cordial hardworks and artistic thinkings
A lifetime masterpiece dominates the Philippine Art
A cloth woven by faith and ornamented by passion
A cloth designed by heart and given birth through life
A cloth perfected by artistry and embroidered by fidelity
For native Batanguenos, this is their breath
Respiring together as they brocade their future
Future that depends on THE PHILIPPINE NATIONAL CLOTH - BARONG TAGALOG.
*BATANGUENOS - people of Batangas,Philippines
*BARONG TAGALOG - Philippine National Cloth
------------Jun-jun Villanueva
----ANYTHING HANDMADE CONTEST by nette onclaud
Categories:
thinkings, art, work,
Form:
Free verse
It creeped upon me slow and increased day by day
Something was draining all my spiritual food
I could not pray without being interupted the words kept slipping away
I could not sing praises making melody in my heart
I was not focused on him
My hope was built on nothing
My Peace had been disturbed
My whole body begin to shake and become weak
Everything good I was once taught was being drained straight out of my head
No zeal to serve him
My Joy had been stolen
My mind was infested with worldly things
My feet walked another way
My memories of the thorns on his HEAD were completly dead
Thinkings of his hands and feet being pierced bothered me no more
My fear of him was invisible
My concern for my SOUL vanished as if it were never there
How could I allow this terrible thing to happen to me in such a short time
Why did I not GUARD my SOUL? I had to have been out of my MIND!
STAY FOCUSED
Categories:
thinkings, inspirational, loss, me, me,
Form:
Lyric
Washing spinning suds
Watching. Thinking on spring things
Carnations in strict
Formation and blue roses
Poses on balconies.
With BLINDING beauty
All are blooming and smell of
Fruity confessions
With their beauty fragrant
Fruity concessions they are
Doing their duty making
Life a lovelier WORLD
Categories:
thinkings, blue, color, rose,
Form:
Lyric
Her love, her modesty, behold her grace
That shine let shine be on her face.
A friend, a enemy let ever be too,
May her company to let me flew.
Her desires, her sacrifices are neglected, i think,
That she was hiding her tears to blink.
Her beauty her modesty behold her grace,
That shine let shine be on her face.
Her mummering, her talkings, her chinese gossips,
Forced me to think about her twisted thinkings.
She was, she is, she will be unique,
Smart one, dreamed one, thats on the peak.
Her beauty, her modesty behold her grace,
That shine let shine be on her face,
That shine let shine be on her face.
Categories:
thinkings, appreciation, art, baby, beauty,
Form:
I.
In the full light of a warriors plight,
Sometimes it becomes a case of being slighted and being Aright,
Its a case of solemn thinkings to soothe this anguish and its deeprooted pain,
Do see things from the Warrior's point of view,
He sees Life as a kaleidoscopic dreamy paraphrase,
Roasting Angernuts and storing them aways as Groundnuts stored in airtight
jars,
For when his flesh is pricked his thunderous clap resounds for eight villages and
beyond,
His most favorite son supplies his fill-ins of heavily spiced and stuffed roasted
Bushmeat,
His most loving and caring daughter never allows his fresh kicking "House and
Bush fly saluted" Palmwine to cease its awesome flow,
His youngest and most active wife sits at his left side to wrap his "wisdom
fumes" in its tobacco sheath...Marijuana never tasted more spiritual from her very
fingertips,
He loves the looks on his strongheaded sons' face as they sit in gossip to roast
his yellow sweet corns,
The feel of roasted corn blended with the "wise fumes" arising from this
Marijuana spliff all wetted down with the Imperial fluidity of palmwine.
II.
Drinking this two mouthfuls of the enemy chief's blood at battle never felt any
soulwarming,
For you it would be constant anguished Bed tossing,
Draping my palace in Human skulls and rare animal skins,
Writing for Kings, Knights and their Monks,
Writing for Spliffs, Chieves and their Drunks,
Writing for Owls, Dragons, Angels and their Wings,
Knowing full well your brain might learn to take its rightful Literary place,
We must have moved with this much a-blaze,
We will slow down for you to sip in this page's full intake,
Not a case of primitive battle acclaims,
Just a feel of the Martial spirit though,
The warrior's many many songs yet unsung,
His life and times,Do keep within your salient confines.
Categories:
thinkings, adventure, peace, philosophy, life,
Form:
Ode
A Portuguese princess there on the stairs
Knee high and smiling of wish filled cares
A grin of a sprite and a handful of pickings
A thought to feelings and a feel to thinkings
Till pointed announcement, "For you and for you."
A secret left caught in her spirited dart to
Another pressing matter of love and games
A month passed and pity's provocation aims
To knocking on my girl's hollow door
Sounding a nothing echo for the evermore
Wistful angel synced to clocks not mine
So disadvantageous did thine flowers consign
Why not to honouring when I had a lover
Who did not gloat to beauty put asunder
By modern wants and riverless walks
and treeless skies and dreamless talks
Give me back your moment of bestowing
That glinted charm that beckons love's sowing
With a woman I needed and wish as you
To see lover's love letting blue be blue
And fire warmth and winters just waitings
Till red ribbons make kites tailings
Under summer suns, above greenery breathing
Come back again to the stairs and stepping
up to shake my shirt and turn my head
With a handful of love and repeat what you said
"For you and for you" and spirit into my memory
as the omen that begun and beget a true love's story
Categories:
thinkings, love, romance, love,
Form:
Rhyme
We Must Make Way For Princes and Paupers,
Yes Pave Way, Blaze the Paths for Dukes and Drinkards,
Duchesses and Their Harem Of Rowdy Wanton Belles,
Who is She A Dame or A Damsel,
In Relating My Jaguar To Your Aspen We delved into spelling out the qualities of
Their Opel,Citroen and his Jagged Hummer,
Who Will quell This Auto Duel Maybe A Benz,Toyota or A Funny Looking
Volkswagen.
Angels that sat to crack and eat nuts,a sequel to the Epic "The Squirell",
Estates Reserved for the Esquire,One How many beds didst he deem to sleep a
Night..
Your Nutty Officials,Their Sherriffs and Our Squires,
Issues We sat In saliency to discuss In Atlantis And The Consorted Eighteen
Galaxy League,
Their Medula Lacks One and More Attractions..Hehawed Without a Glorified
Nebulae..A Glitter to Sparkup Our Day,
Allow me beat these drums to herald the coming of My Asteroid Race Friends.
Friends Who deemed it feat to pay us Two Salient Visits,
Passing The soul of Man Intelligence..And Deep Understanding to matters we all
had a light Alienated Idea Of...
Speaking of our Salient Meetings..I Foresee your Frighted Thinkings,
Augmented Thoughts In Wild Ratings..Men's Forbidden Call To Eat Warranted
Fruits..May the Father Grant Men The Sight To See Through in Wisdom and More..
Men who have set the pace and Our Forever Lessons,
For Many are the Hurdles that Wise Men Scale To Achieve Perfection..
Let Guitar Strings Strum Slow Waltz,
To Enable Webster's Tricks and Magic in Grammer's Slow Rock,
Maybe Writing To Heads That have Seen The More..
Stiil I bid Godspeed To The Morrow And More..Selah.
Categories:
thinkings, adventure, education, happiness, science,
Form:
Ballad
Here is nothing except you and me
and a charming nature
beautifully decorated with hills and lakes
vales are carpeted with fine green grasses
So quick
the happy hours pass away
from the so little life
Many things remaining to say yet
and to do
So when you think of me
then I think of you
Thus thinkings of each other
make some poems of love
make the earth a perfect heaven
Categories:
thinkings, love, nature,
Form:
Light Verse
I keep my window open for fresh air
Just in case I jump out one day
I keep the curtains pulled for privacy
To block the suns rays
I can't get no sex so I do it myself
Just call it voluntary man slaughter
I live by getting away while I still can
Never finishing what I start
But no matter how hard it gets
I never thought about killing myself
That kind of thinkings gotta to stop
Because skydivers dive sometimes their chutes don't work
Dumped in dumpsters tossed in microwaves
Some of us were born by mistake
Categories:
thinkings, birth, humanity, lost, suicide,
Form:
Lyric
"Bring Me Wine,Myrrh and My Sweetheart Daughter Anabella,
My Little Anabella Loves To Listen To The Voice Of Salome,Her Lyre and Her
Happy Serenade..
Tell My Scribes To Be Fast About Compiling The Exploits Of Their King In His
Last Battle Campaign..What Is a King Without An Updated Chronicle..
Send In My Little Prince For His Voice As He Reads Through His Texts Of
Poetry..Lures The King His Father To a Closer Salient Walk With The gods..
Tell The War Generals To Give Me A detailed Brief of Our Next Campaign.."
At Morn..
"Send In The Finest Of Thy Young Warriors..So I can Test My Stealth In The Very
Face Of Battle and Danger...
What Have Young Men Turned Themselves into..So Lazy,Wanton and Unmanly..
Off My Sight Before I Seek Thy Skulls This Very Instant..
(In Privacy With The Head Warrior)..Oh! Sarskaas Your Young Boys Are one of the
Best in The Region My Training Sessions Are Truelly Refreshing..Tell this not to
them Lest you build the Fruits of Pride and Treachery in their Young Minds..
Do Usher in My Seductive Belles to Show Off Their Waists in Acts of
Poetry,Dance and Linguistic Body Embellishments..."
At Noon..
"You The Dreaded Most Notorious KING Of the Valley..A Demi god,Invincible and
Indestructible..As I Speak Kiss The Sole Of My Feet and eat this dish of Camel
Dung mixed with fine desert sand..
Ax-Man when he finishes his dessert Bring me his Head on My 'Royal Golden
Skull-Dish'..
Usher in the Wise Men of the South..For I want to converse with them in this
same spirit of Saliency..
Stuff the roast Calf portions with a lot of herbs and Spices..You well know its the
Obsession of the Men from The south.."
At Sundown..
"Usher in the different contingents of Musicians to Entertain my Salient Guests...
Wrap My 'Lotus Fumes' Quickly so I can Smoke this Life's Troubles Aways..And
See Through the One Eye of the gods in Solemnity and Blissful Thinkings,
Head Eunuch Do Send A Servant to The Harem..He Should Tell My Queens to
get A-Ready For Their Lord is in Good Shape for Royal Rumbles and More..
Oh! My Faithful Knights your War plans were excellent..Go Now Enjoy and Excite
your souls as much..Retain your honour and have the War at the Back Of your
Minds..
Depart In Peace..Many A-Waists in The Harem are Restless..
I go in to Satisfy My Very Own.."
Welcome Again To The World Of That Certain King..
Categories:
thinkings, adventure, devotion, education, history,
Form:
Ballad
‘ Devonshire and Fraser … ’ 44th Senryu
Some Poems, Highland Fling
Kilt-Clad-Portrait, Scotland’s Theme
The Laird of Sweet-Dreams
Devonshire, The Dove
A Vision Of Light and Love
Highland, Speaks Well Of …
Together They Write
All Combinations Delight
Deep Thinkings, With Might
For: The Dynamic-Duo of Poetry Soup
James Fraser and Carolyn Devonshire – ( 2 Scoops)
You’re In My Must Read Group …
Your Poet-Friend,
The MoonBee
Categories:
thinkings, adventure, dedication, friendship, introspection,
Form:
Senryu
I should charge an entrance fee for the gateway to my mind
The thoughts I have a marvellous I'm sure you will find
Yes, I'm a prodigal genius of intellect beyond belief
You look to me for inspiration and predicament relief
My brain is blessed with thinkings that others can not comprehend
The world's a better place with me and the wisdom that I lend
You thank god that I exist for your lowly souls
but my grey matter reasons that god's as likely as cloth bowls
Superior to all, I've fathomed the puzzles of the universe
and figured out life's meaning and why we're so diverse
Oh yes, I know how we became and how life was created
but your inability to think like me makes me irritated
Well I'm a mere mortal man with average intellect
You probably think I'm daft for talking in my dialect
but I hear loud and clear, you arrogant minded colossus
and I ask you who you think you are, to assume that you can boss us
You seem to lack ability in talking with some empathy
placing no belief in others, treating everything so factually
I'll tell you what I know though, whether it's right or wrong
I like to dance and chat and write and even sing a song
Life to me is rich in human nature and culture
but you choose to cut through life like a bloody butcher
Your intelligence is limited but you probably do not understand
that life's meaning is not cracked by you and life certainly isn't bland
Categories:
thinkings, life, universe,
Form:
Rhyme
Ranks Are This High,
Just Like Banks That Sigh,
Clouds That Overflow,
Mights That Thunder,
Heights That Daze,
Depths Of Deep Passion..
That Caught All Including Your Slobbery Gaze.
Winds A-Rolling,
Clouds A-Calling,
Like Minds A-Floating,
Deep Sights Of The Morrow A-Coming,
Palm Covered Beaches A-Charming,
Your Beauty and Grace So Soul Warming,
Sweet Trust and Understanding..
Making Heated Sand Dunes,A-chilling..
The Flaming Sea Breeze In Your Sweet Smelling Hair..Oh! What an Harmonius
Bliss..
Pray For Thy Right Prince..
Good Men..Full Of Salient Thinkings..
Beware Of These Ranks Of Men..
Men That Blink,
Must Twitch,
Not Reliable..Always A Flinch,
Men That Bewitch..Must Stink,
My Sweet Belles Beware Of Evil Men..
That Fiery Heat Of True Passion and What It
Revealed To The Soul Of Man..
Do Think A-While.
Categories:
thinkings, caregiving, education, happiness, husband,
Form:
Ballad
On the verge of turning
In the edges she stood
Blinking the eyelids slower
The cornea that brightened
Long way to go, she knew
Which way to travel, less she knew
Shivering feet, trembling legs
Unconscious mind, diluted thinking
Two roads diverged ahead
Two paths to choose from
One that led towards her dreams
Other that was for her wishes
Little did she know the endings
Tiny was her idea about the climax
Flares of dreams that attracted
Her little heart that shattered
Flickering wishes that she wanted
Her thinkings that taunted
She knew the theory of life
The journey to decide from
Losing one was definate
Choosing the best was the challenge
Lost were her emotions
Tangled were her feelings
Ah! She was exhausted
Yah! Let the destiny decide, She smiled and murmered...
*Life is a challenge*
Categories:
thinkings, adventure, confusion, desire, destiny,
Form:
Free verse
There are many nights, when I'm all alone.
The bedroom, the pillow. a small simple room.
I lie on my side, so quiet, the night,
Should I get up again for a snowy screen light.
Should I turn once more, should I creep down the hall.
Despite all this, I turn to the wall.
And instead of sleeping, when the sun takes it's rest.
I stare at the cracks, the paint, the chest.
And when the numbness kicks in, I turn once again.
A bathroom light, a closet, a fan whirling wind.
Ah yes, and then, normality sinks in...
And of all these objects, so aloof, so kempt.
I envy their apathy, I envy descent.
Wishful thinkings and longings of a a complete empty mind,
Tears of anxiety and fears of all kind.
Please give me sleep, please, make me less more.
I wish to be barren of feelings no more.
I ask you my friend, as I step in the wall.
Nail all of these boards, nail one, nail all.
And when the day comes, when a soul trembles with fear.
They'll hear my soft tapping... and know someone's is here.
And they shall sleep, so sweet, so deep in a dream.
For without them, they'll be lost, and forget what they mean.
Categories:
thinkings, death, depression, hope, me,
Form:
Rhyme