Best Thousandfold Poems
Driving through the broken, potholed streets
Lined with houses spanning decades
Each with a thousandfold more character
than that of the cookie cutter impostors they call homes
I appreciate the creaks and groans
Much more than the sheen of granite stones
Value comes down to values.
What are yours?
I feel the willows sway in the midst of my b r o k e n hearted moments,
I keel over on my pillow with fists clenched, unguarded lost in atonement.
After all was said and done your death threw my heart in the tumbled breeze,
after your soul bled you knew a fresh start wouldn't give your trouble ease.
Forgiven behavior releases a relinquished desire to keep on weeping,
I beg my Savior, "oh PLEASE! Extinguish my fire"…while you're left sleeping.
A thousandfold tears can’t even compare to all the craving salt I’ve cried,
I lay and hold your blanket in fear, if only I could’ve saved you from suicide.
If staying you decided, would my arms holding yours free you from your pain?
You chose dying and causing harm to yourself, unfolding your decree in vain.
I NEEDED you then…I need you now…how will my lost soul keep on existing?
I pleaded to you then…I PLEAD to you now…you lost control and kept resisting.
For every day I spent with you was the best memories I will always cherish,
you didn’t stay, I knew you’d get your way…for you always longed to p e r i s h.
*Couplet with internal rhyme*
Couplet Time-Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Rick Parise
Date Written: August 21, 2016
Be still my heart, I’ve longed for these entries,
I must declare to write in euphony-
My ink has penned passion for centuries
and my vibrant poems bring symphony.
Oh LORD, you’ve gifted me benediction.
My rhymes have become my significance-
I compose verses without restriction,
my parchment says it’s no coincidence.
If journals reveal intimate feelings,
then thousandfold words I cherish so deep-
Sincere allowance for woe gives healing,
yet my adoration for life I keep.
Expressing my desires with quill in hand
attains yearning I’ll never understand.
Date Written: August 26, 2016
You've been told.
Dirty laundry doesn't go on Facebook especially if
You don't want to get caught.
This was cold
By a thousandfold
You two blocked a family member from a family
Function. Then when confronted lied and tired to
Cover it up as an afterthought.
You've been told
Running your mouth about family and friends on
The internet will get you scolded.
You got what you sought.
This was cold
Your souls to the devil you sold.
When you took time from a family member who
Suddenly died and the person you blackballed
Is over wrought.
You've been told
Family is more precious than gold.
The sad part is you guys now have lost all of
Your family on this stupid plot.
This was cold
There is no way for her to be cajoled.
You both are filled with dry rot.
You've been told.
This was cold.
“Raptor of death! Wherefore seek'st thou me?” Poe's
Raven craves me during the hours of night,
an omen of despair that brings no light;
but instead gives birth to all my dark woes,
tears, doom, and pain that only God well knows.
At midnight, when the moon reaches its height,
Poe's evil Raven plagues me by moonlight;
then multiplies a thousandfold my sorrows!
O, where have I sinned and transgressed, dear God,
that I must suffer from this sad despair,
this disease of the soul (like a heathen unshod)!?
No matter; I'll write hymns for Thee, then bear,
and drink my cup of woe, grief, then praise, laud
Thee still: and wait for Thy help to appear!
Sleeping Beauty Turquoise with speckled white
Adorns a silver band to cast a spell
Worn to give a power to hand in sight
And share its story silent it will not tell
Its choice of colors range from green to blue
A gem of softer stone cannot be found
This sacred stone of courage kept in view
And laid among the dead in tombs they're bound
The Persian Kings adorned their royal gown
Of bluest turquoise without a vein of brown
And set in silver bands for a crown
For this gem their country was renown
The beauty of this gem is to behold
And kept across the ages a thousandfold
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In a mountainous spring fed valley lived the
Unicorns.
These beautiful magical creatures were here to
Transform
A miserable life in to something to behold.
Their stories touched my heart when told.
About people who needed a complete life over
Haul
When the unicorn came to call.
They always brought happiness to each and
Every household.
Their stories touched my heart when told.
As the years came and went the job of the
Unicorns got distorted
So their missions got aborted
Not once, but a thousandfold.
Their stories touched my heart when told.
Vast wealth knows not it is poor
Poverty is never quite sure
Count children as a king counts gold
~ multiply by a thousandfold
What lesson this, God's gift to humankind,
this nitid imago sent to spellbind?
Should I see through His eyes a thousandfold,
the dazzling blue flitting of love untold.
A grace. A gift from Heaven, angels sing.
This unspoken Truth of Hope on the wing.
There’s a rage that ignites when someone damages you
An uncompromising, bewildering storm within.
Your brain churns with thoughts of vengeance,
A thousandfold wrath ready to erupt.
But do you compromise your soul to feed the fire?
It’s all connected, yet so utterly disconnected.
They have no idea what they’ve unleashed
This inner demon clawing at the gates.
A thousand futures, a million seconds
Pain stretched in weeks, rage forged in years.
Why do they disrespect you to this breaking point?
You give your all, pushing daily to do what’s right.
Are their inadequacies a mirror they can’t face?
Does their lack of perspective cast you as the villain?
You tried to be the hero, the good guy,
To stand on the side of justice and light.
But the disrespect it grinds, it gnaws, it sends you spiraling
To a place where rage eclipses reason.
I want to shatter the star line,
Reach into the void, and grind gold for planet 9.
To fix this fractured atmosphere of fury,
Before I lose myself in the abyss of their disregard.
MY DONOR DAUGHTER
It was easier to give you life than
To take it back from you.
Both were unknowns.
I mean,
You could have been anyone.
You could have been someone
Unwilling to understand -
Unable to withstand - the
Profundity of family, devotion
And truthly-love,
And giving just because one can.
You could have been like this
But are quite not;
Rather you gave the world to me,
Sufferance to do nor to care,
You do not easily scare.
You shrug, “What’s the big deal?”
Well, alright, alright. You gave it, baby.
You gave it
And you give it and
It will give back to you
A thousandfold,
A trillionfold,
For within you, too,
A precious light was born,
Call it what you will -
I will say Angelic.
I will say gossamer wings and
Fairy castles,
And baby pink satin,
scratchy blankets and
Butterfly kisses, tummy smoodgies,
And eyelashes that hold up a pencil,
Big brown pools of liquid lava, the
Unfettered depth in your eyes -
Your knowing, soulful eyes -
From infancy, have known my deal,
You’ve known my soul -
And we loved on and on, away and back;
Despite, despite.
I ask for blood, and you said yes.
I ask for love and you give me all you have to give,
Which is everything, my love.
For that I am most grateful.
You are in me,
You are my marrow,
And my blood runs pure because it is yours.
The first version
The clouds kiss me from above, the sun caresses,
I am a son of the steppe,
Do not call my chest hollow or empty.
I cherish life, so radiant and bright,
And see all people as kin in my sight.
The clouds kiss me from above, the sun enfolds,
To me, all people are kindred souls.
How blessed are humans in their earthly dance,
Not chasing disputes with no chance of advance.
The clouds kiss me from above, the sun rolls by,
If I don’t love this life, would it not be a lie?
I pray to the One, day and night,
“Protect the Kazakh nation from calamity's plight.”
As time flows and wisdom deepens with years,
A good name cannot vanish, it perseveres.
Many poets have passed without penning truth,
Their words unheard, their silence proof.
Sorrow and joy, laughter and tears,
From my heart, verse flows, erasing fears.
If I can support my nation so bold,
A people reborn a thousandfold.
Second version
Field son
The clouds kiss and the sun smell my head,
Don't tell me your chest is empty,
I am the son of the field and my life is bright,
I love all people as relatives briefly.
The clouds kissed me, the sun is bright,
All humanity is related to me.
People are happy to wake up tonight,
Did not chase the controversy.
The clouds kiss me and the sun is caress,
If we don't love this life, it is a big sin.
To save the country from disaster cases,
I pray day and night from God king.
The poet grew up with a time,
If you are smart, you are fame way.
Cannot writing even truth line,
How many poets have passed away?
Sometimes cry,
Sometimes laugh,
Sometimes sad,
The poem flows from my heart.
I want to support to great people that,
Thousand times died, thousand times stand up.
That gorgeous girl I spy each day,
At the station where trains dance and sway.
A thousand glances, met her eyes,
A thousand words, none a disguise.
Her shoulders bear meaning, profound,
Tears of longing, softly unbound.
I’ve seen it all, a witness true,
Even before our first debut.
Destruction woven in destiny’s thread,
Unseen forces that firmly spread.
A grin’s corner pulled by fate’s hand,
Two paths converge as if planned.
In jest or fate, our worlds did blend,
Shared moments, beyond time’s end.
A thousandfold our stories weave,
Yet the ending’s touch, it does deceive.
Surprising, the absence of craving’s plea,
Smiles ‘neath ruins, wild and free.
Amidst the wreck, love’s truth remains,
In shattered pieces, still it sustains.