Best Thru Poems
Thru maritime miles of minions in motion
We hedge our opinions while pledging devotion
To serving the Captain and sharing our smiles
Through barrels of onions and flea-bearing trials
But even the pirates who pose in a rumble
Are learning the merits of those who are humble
The path of our choosing where sinning is pleasure
Is better for losing than winning a treasure
I plunged overboard when I soared off a plank
At the point of a sword and a sore lady's prank
The captain's first mate made her daddy agree
That my fate was a date with the fish in the sea
I knew she was baiting my body at brunch
To catch me in waiting and serve me for lunch
All pirates are worthy to fish and to feast
But no one should make me a dish for a beast
From well on the brink to a splash in the sink
I fell in a flash for a female fink
I knew she was watching me fall in the tank
And laughing discreetly with Daddy to thank
I should have resisted the words that she said
But when she persisted they went to my head
I told her I loved her but so did my mate
Who never returned from his very first date
It seems bloody retching but fatefully true
When somebody fetching is fatal for you
You flee from the danger but fractured you find
That pretty young stranger has captured your mind
You think she is true but you never can tell,
Her saltwater stew is a bitter farewell,
A mob in her keep is the poorest of help,
Who force you to leap in a forest of kelp,
Though mad as an adder I drifted from reach
To bob like a bladder in search of a beach
The Great White beside me was my willing host
To have me for dinner and eat me the most
Then something resembling a storm with a tail
Came surging at me in the form of a whale
I lost my composure and when I passed out
She tossed me all over to sit on her spout
Upon this brave lady who skirted the water
I fled for my life from the ship captain's daughter
She brought me to land on the girth of her blubber
To flip me ashore like a lousy landlubber
From deep in the sea to a seat by a seal
The freedom I keep is a cheap kind of deal
The beach that I sleep on is sunny and hot
So happy to be where my honey is not...
In childhood's wondrous realm I'd learned
How Your bright flames inside me, burned,
And knew, while those fires cooled or grew,
Thru faith, my heart was bound to You.
With youth's hard lessons, gains and errs,
I'd shared my dreams to life's sweet cares,
And though oft' times, they'd find me blue,
Thru faith, my heart was bound to You.
I'd worked to see those gains that meant
Most things folks deemed as heaven-sent,
For 'midst self-doubts and failure's queue,
Thru faith, my heart was bound to You.
I'd searched thru substance, flesh and pay,
I'd searched 'til hair and hopes turned gray,
Though what I'd found, God, tried-and-true,
Thru faith, my heart was bound to You.
I shan't e'er know what next should come,
What shadowed depths I might yet plumb,
But this truth stands ... past what I'll do ...
Thru faith, my heart was bound to You.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "In Praise Of God" Poetry Contest, Kim Rodrigues, Judge & Sponsor.
( Syllables = 20 lines with eight syllables each, counted at HowManySyllables.com )May 30, 2020
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Brian's Choice 11, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
My sad life story lacks glory.
Fathomless singed pain bears my name
as echoed in gray rhapsody.
My sad life story lacks glory
and will bruise thru eternity
for no quietus seeks its aim.
My sad life story lacks glory.
Fathomless singed pain bears my name.
How does your mind and soul blossom thru life?
It begins in childhood with churches and schools.
Thru your adolescence it’s tinged with strife,
But all of these are the greatest of tools.
Circumstances dictate how you will be raised,
How other people’s words will color you.
Parents may be faulted or may be praised,
But as you grow you will form your own view.
When, as you mature, and wisdom arrives,
It’s clear your words, either written or said,
May live on to influence, mold others’ lives,
And thru their poems, and yours, you’ll be led.
Write your words wisely for others to see
As you share your life through poetry!
May I take your order, please:
I want two double cheeseburgers,
and a large side of fries
Plus, two chocolate milkshakes
with vanilla latte eyes
We’re celebrating today,
me and my drive-thru beauty
She’s my fast food lovin’ baby,
and I wouldn’t want her no other way
She serves good lovin’ that’s extra saucy,
her kisses has a lot of spicy zing
I’m wrapped around her finger,
like a hot jalapeño onion ring
Give me two double cheeseburgers,
and some large, crispy fries
Plus, two chocolate milkshakes
with vanilla latte eyes
That’s my baby’s special order, y’see ...
she was eating that when she first met me
I fell in love with her from the first bite,
on that late, late drive-thru night
She’s my drive-thru beauty,
my fast food lovin’ baby
She’s my happy meal cutie,
I wouldn’t want her any other way
We’ll have two double cheeseburgers,
and a big portion of golden fries
Plus, two chocolate milkshakes
with pure vanilla latte eyes
Take "me" away,,
from truths..) un-form me"
unseen to halogise with...
May my aptness be swirled
and re-involved prescience
emerge now as resolutions to
eternal resolve..Are become..!
copyright Joe Maverick 2012
in support of Brian Strands abstract me competition
~It's Only Through Jesus~
( Free Style )
It's only through Jesus that we can come to that wonderful place
So filled of love, and peace and supplied of eternal grace
It's only through Jesus that we can come to His Father someday
The Bible makes it so plain and clear! and there's no other way.
God is the sovereign Author of everything upon the Universe,the sea and earth
He's written it all and designed it all with His own Almighty Hand
God is the Master Painter of everything you see all over the sea and every land
It's only through Jesus, the Perfect Lamb,that we can have salvation for eternity.His love is so Grand.
It's only through Jesus,that you can have the precious treasure of "new birth" and be "Born Again" spiritually
Just then you can understand and see the big picture, and discover, why so many things really make sense
The importance of God's plan and how much He really loves us all
Nothing happens by accident,He already had a plan for you and me, His love is profoundly immense.
Praise be the Name of our Mighty God!Because He's in control of everything you can and may not see
It's only through Jesus that we can have life abundantly and eternally,call Jesus!and then you'll see.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2006
February.15.2018
So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV)
-“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
John 3:16 (NIV)
- Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer
Romans 12: 12 ( NIV )
-The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.”
Exodus 14: 13 ( NIV )
-What good will it be for someone to gain the whole world, yet forfeit their soul?
Matthew 16:26 (NIV)
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain
First day on the job, to deliver the mail,I got the nightshift. Ah! Come on!
I drew the job, to drive to the next town, thru The Haunted Forest Prime!
You know the one, yep, The One, used in the famous ‘Wizard of Oz’!
It's Haunted, You Know! As they reminded me so, for the hundredth time!
But Don’t Be Afraid! They said, the truck carries a reliable computer guide.
Those always work, one did smirk. Plus, the truck’s full of ghost fighting gear.
They said Never Fear! Their thoughts would be near! As they’d stay in touch!
They loaded the truck with Holy Water, Not forgetting a ‘blessed silver cross’!
Then came Rabbits foots, silver bullets, and all. Yea! You know, What I mean!
They’d put aboard, all sorts of things considered really good luck, it seems.
Then they piled all the mail into a pouch, Plus more charms, and magic aplenty.
Yea Right! I said, as the sun went down, and the mist rolled out, of the forest!
Oh! Did I state that it’s All Hollow’s Eve, and the veil is thin between worlds!
The prediction is, the Undead from Potters Hill, will be extra bad, they fear!
A new Sorcerer’s in town, and he’s been fooling around, here and everywhere!
Dracula’s here, he’s searching near, he wants Van Helsing’s famous daughter!
But, Rabbit feet don’t save Rabbits, and Wicked Witch’s control lesser magic.
So They said speed is the key. Don’t worry! The little truck reaches twenty-three!
Down hill is best, moving roots can trap and flying monkeys are mean, aplenty.
Plus they put weights on the wheels so I won’t get carried away, near so easily!
But keep foremost, in mind, the credo, you know, ‘The Mail Must Get Thru!’
Be strong in thought and spirit, they sang as they ran to the buildings’ safety as…
Eyes peared out of the forest! What? You thought me, dumb as a box of rocks?
Never fear, My Dear! I took the freeway around it! Oh! And I have a surprise!
Yep! I’m Van Helsing’s Famous Daughter, who’s embarked on this ride!
The trip back will be mine to command! Just think what you’d miss…
If I hadn’t said this… And they’ll be expecting me to come from this side!
So bow your heads, and say a prayer, for my Tri-um-phant trip, My Dears!
And as they say ‘The Mail Must Get Thru!... Well, it will, at least this year!
~Winter Is Peeking Through~
(Hotan)
Winter is approaching
The weather getting colder
Time to grab a coat and scarf
Snow will fall
Some folks will have fun
Play in snow
Making huge snow man
Some skate in the mountains high
Christmas almost here.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010
November.19.2015
~Author's Notes:
The " Hotan " is a Japanese style, being a combination of a Haiku (hokku = ho) and a Tanka (tan).
A really a lovely way to celebrate, the Most
Dear one’s birthday, in a high-tech mode, sure
Thanks to the modern technology in IT field
That enabled all of us to participate, joyously.
It is no ordinary persons’ birthday indeed!
But of a very unassuming and a gentle soul
Which, is the very embodiment of sincerity
And whose only concern is welfare of all.
She is very tough but I wrongly describe her
For we are yet to see a more kinder spirit
In human shape except for saintly people
She is the crest-jewel of our family legacy.
Simple to the core with absolutely no airs
Always concerned with the plight of poor
A hand that is generous to the fault, with
A heart, that abounds in care and virtue.
Such is the persona of our niece, dear to us
Not a word I write here is an overstatement
But an unpretentious outpouring of our heart
That ever beats for our niece; Aruna the dear.
by the strength of heart
i push thru all the haters
and keep doin me
the most beautiful smile,
is the one that struggles through the tears.
Dear Lori, my lady, my darling divine
My vision of beauty, my radiant shine
More precious to me than the tulips you bring
That opened for me in the sips of my Spring
Your lips are the dells of the wells that I drink
The pink in the blues of the bells in my sink
The sweet summer smells in the fragrance of rose
That rise in the swells of the scents in my nose
Your eyes are the orbs in my heavenly sight
They sparkle and shine with the heat of delight
They will me and fill me with starlight above
They spill me the wine of your free-flowing love
Your heart is my hearth and my pillow of peace
My calm in the balm of a soothing release
My ocean of milk in a free, flowing tide
That follows my silk in a three-second glide
The bubble you burst is my right of command
The trouble you cursed by the sight of my band
The fool that is me is no true folly dodger
Perhaps what you see is a blue Jolly Roger
The lack of a lift is a lofty complaint
The loss of a gift to be more than I ain't
The wreck of my ship and the flight of my crew
Is leaving my trip in a seafaring stew
The pleasure of you is the peak of my perk
To leisure with you in a week after work
A matter of lust that we leak in restraint
A tatter of trust for the meek and the Saint
To 'bide in your glow is to pause in your light
The side that you show for the cause that is right
The row that we hoe in our quest to succeed
Will grow in the flow of the best we can feed
The sorrow of loss is the second you choose
To borrow the cross for the minute you lose
The sting that we lack in our struggling ahead
Will bring us right back to our snuggling in bed
The loneliest heart is the strongest to feel
The homeliest part that is longest to heal
The rapture I seek is no climb of regret
To capture the peak of a time to forget
The tender respite is the right kind of love
To render it right is the height of above
The good that you show by the smile I see
Is something you grow by the mile for me
Dear Lori, my lady, and soon-to-be wife
Your story of love is the glory of life
Your gift is my song and the powers you bring
To gather my heart in the flowers of Spring.
impressionistic inspiration
in visualised expressions
I need to find out what it all means,
so I searched for the truth in my dreams,
illusions of a shattered reality, unwoven at its seams.
All of life's cohesion, a plan or just by chance,
the gravity enabling this universal dance,
it all seems to run just like clockwork,
makes me wonder whether it might be Gods work?
So I looked through my minds eye, while I was wearing a monacle,
it really did make this world look..well, rather comical,
the distortions of vision were astronomical!
Atomic particles at a most basic level, I saw God, I fought the Devil!
The smallest atoms you can find, the Higgs Boson and strings that bind,
I even watched as expansion hit rewind!
We're taking leaps out into space, huge accomplishment of the human race,
our solar system we've had a taste, further and deeper, how do you operate?
We'll one day finds Earth's new home, maybe under a giant dome,
or in a galactic ice cream cone? All the stardust that makes my bone.
Northern lights, just a jewel on my throne,
though science says 'it's just ozone'
have your ideas because their your own,
don't allow your mind to be overthrown,
things got hazy, or my mind got lazy,
so I took my rag and I buffed my lens,
it feels like I am bathing in pure cleanse!
Or i'm finally round the bend?
Will my head ever truly mend??
For when your balls knocked over the Wonderwall,
all kinds of delight, short or tall, await those who stumble across that garden,
you'll rub your eyes and pinch your skin, What? Hey? Pardon!
I have a sea view over all eternity, the 1000 you's, the countless me's
Life graces the universe, like a play well rehearsed,
starts with a nurse and ends in a hearse,
after the big rip, it's all in reverse!
©John-Ovan.P.Hull