Best Thwarts Poems
Building blocks for future generations
Despite discrepancies of daily needs
Understanding others situations
Sharing overcomes the power of greed
In childlike innocence there is no race
As hunger thwarts one's willingness to learn
He will not let the extra go to waste
In adolescence shows he is concerned
A simple word is so significant
Gaining knowledge at an early age
Together solving problems makes such sense
The lessons learned will last them all their days
If we could see the world through children's eyes
Simplicity is where solutions lie
an original poem by Daniel Turner
The climate of the world is alarming; we are at odds with each other,
divisively separated...a great divide in our society.
Peace comes through understanding and tolerance.
She carries no arms,
She speaks without criticism,
She encourages, not thwarts,
She is honest, not deceptive,
She rejoices in the communion of all lives,
She expunges divisive differences,
She exchanges anger for acceptance, and mutual respect.
Peace generates peace.
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He takes her hand in communion
Together, they reach out in union,
Lateral roots they become,
Hardships with joy overcome;
No barrier too grand,
With love they heal hand in hand.
As time marches on
Their roots will bear fruits
And peace will replenish the land.
A Narrarative collaboration created by:
James Marshall Goff & Paulette Calasibetta
Written: September 21, 2023
True Love Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
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In a world where illusions often deceive,
Genuine love springs as a jewel to retrieve.
A tale implicit, a sumptuous symphony divine,
Where souls entwine, true love will shine.
Can passion be a fleeting amour, a brief aura?
Or does it grasp a deeper, sapient aurora?
In a realm where hearts oft maunder astray,
Echt love exhibits its zeal and splendor in this way.
Akin to ghosts, love is beset but scarcely seen.
Real passion hits hastily in a radiant, pulsing scene.
It is not a slight propensity, a surreptitious flame,
But an amorist bond that thwarts time is not tame.
True love shines akin to a beacon over princely.
A flame that fires forever, flickering fiercely
Loving someone means wanting their happiness.
A love that inspires the heart leaves just sappiness.
Comely happiness is the nectar, and love is the bee.
It resonates in-depth, not missing a beat of glee.
It harmonizes souls, inducing a blissful tune.
Love that susurrous softly, akin to a palest moon.
When a person implies a lot, distance is so little.
A love that heals all wounds and saves the brittle
True love is a lexicon, spoken without a sound.
A cynosure nexus so esoteric, it can't be drowned.
It is the exegesis of life, the reason we exist,
A love that abides through every swirl and twist
Unwavering flame, two souls sigh, tie untying!
True love is the essence, impetus, and freeing.
The one who loves you spells your name uniquely.
Your name is protected in their mouth so deeply.
For in its embrace, we decry our true selves,
A love that transcends is a love that compels.
A level of optimism is crucial for the birth of love.
Your devotion is not to me but to the stars above.
A tale unavowed, a symphony divine,
Where souls intertwine, true love will shine.
Life teaches many a valuable truth,
That makes our existence one of worth.
Graying and growing old is no curse,
As experience directs life’s course.
See life as a mysterious puzzle,
And death as an inexorable struggle.
Know, hatred burns life like fire,
And wickedness turns it into mire.
On Earth, forgiveness bonds hearts
But revenge, sure, every bond thwarts
Even the guilty falls prostrate,
Before those willing to commiserate.
Know, a true friend has no deceit,
And a truly learned has no conceit.
If jealousy is an acid which erodes,
Generosity is a fuel that reloads.
If inactivity is akin to death,
Creativity is vital as breath.
If perseverance conquers mountains
Laziness dries up fountains.
While pride leads a man to his fall
Humility takes him closer to his goal.
While Honesty leads him to salvation
Deceit drives him to damnation.
Patience is an inexhaustible well,
And perversion, a sure road to hell.
Know, those who long for the crown,
Should also be torn by the thorn.
While love of God takes us to eternity,
Love of man leads us to fraternity.
With such priceless tips learned in bits,
Let us light up our life in glowing glitz.
May we bury our past with all its blues,
As each morn of hope brightly blooms!
May. 6. 2023
~ Placed First~
Couplet Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Sotto Poet
Stare all over, O World, you scarcely utter.
Bear stalwart angels to arise over the air tugger.
Odoriferous water may abscond the realm of prosily.
Such as the Goddess of Heaven perpetrates an odyssey,
Please, Lord, I pray you are aware of my plea heed.
The blunder I committed thwarts a significant need.
My wickedness is crucial to fade as it's such a bigwig.
I aspire that everyone will stay ready for the callow sprig.
My trudge to the palatial gateway has formally begun.
I'm embedded in the exacerbated curse greaten.
We embody no faith in eliciting heavenly mercy.
And will do it as soon as I can from a gallows tree.
My mighty task was a cipher accredited to splendor.
Plus, the angels yielded me their smoldering ember.
They allotted me munificently for their rare care, too.
Failed my mystical prowess to beckon them, they mellow.
Below kaleidoscopic bulwarks or in a raving creek,
In bosom nirvana, we withdrew the draughty bleak.
I earned a lasting bliss than one could dream.
And I willingly sieve to share my peaceful stream.
Written: December 15, 2021
A STRAND (DEC 26) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
our god is bountiful because,
with mistakes insight, he forgives,
when honor and pride thwarts my eyes,
he gives me sight.
our god is bountiful because,
his love knows no end,
for he is a humble being,
he teaches me humility.
our god is bountiful because,
he is omniscient,
his enlightenment knows no bounds,
he is my light.
our god is bountiful because,
he is like a treasure chest,
purest of metals can not take his place,
he is my might.
our god is bountiful because,
when I’m imploded to pieces,
he builds me back to form,
he is my hope.
our god is bountiful because,
when the rain will pour over my discarded carcass,
he will raise me up again,
he is my one and all.
our god is bountiful because…
10/31/20
Our Bountiful God Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
mountains bob like corks
adrift on liquid magma -
pond scum shelters life
Earth’s magnetic shield -
magma’s gift of moving charge
thwarts sun’s deadly winds
continental drift -
neighborhoods fenced by oceans
breed diversity
random mutations
offer death or advantage -
unearned consequence
life’s adaptation
to universe in motion -
the true face of God
Brian Johnston
January 12, 2016
she wrote using only her left
I learned to write using my right
the dark took her heart to the night
I lived in sun and bright of light
she would say yes to caviar
to me it just sounded bizarre
she ate things that were too spicy
to me it sounded too dicey
she loved taking to the blue sky
I hated going high and fly
I was always just her one friend
never a word about boyfriend
true love thwarts logic, so in life
in time, she became my dear wife
More than twelve hundred souls
Meet their watery grave.
German U-boat patrols
Spark a fatal shockwave.
This echo of the past
Resounds throughout history.
Rousing war unsurpassed,
Deadly shroud of mystery.
The empire aids Cunard,
Loaning millions in pounds.
Lord Inverclyde toils hard
On deceptions unsound.
They hide admiralty
Within their merchant fleet,
And in reality
War barons plot deceit.
Famed cruiser so agile
Brings home the Blue Riband.
Propellers prove fragile,
New designs would respond.
While retooling the craft,
Gun mountings are installed.
Hidden away most daft
Down where the ropes are hauled.
However they decide
To switch their new design.
Large cargo holds shall hide
Munitions in her spine.
War with Germany starts
With land mines and blockades.
America builds parts
While Britain launches raids.
The Isles become war zones
With no sure passage back.
Submarines would throw stones
To sink the Union Jack.
So Daniel Dow protests
This British smuggling ring.
The prior chief suggests
Attacks these loads will bring.
A German message warns:
"Huge risk at British sea!
If allied flags adorn,
They'll be hacked to debris!"
Captain Turner is picked
To lead the merchant ship.
"Speed shall avoid conflict
On this momentous trip."
Voyage two hundred-one
Departs Pier 54
Under a watchful sun,
Fresh ammo in her store.
Steaming toward Fastnet Rock,
Bowler Bill seeks advice.
Three ships are sunk in shock,
Warnings are confirmed twice.
Posting double look-outs,
They ready the lifeboats.
Bill secures a black out
While taking careful notes.
Thirty miles from Cape Clear,
The vessel enters fog.
Weather thwarts so severe
The captain slows their slog.
The periscope spots them
As orders are passed down.
One button shall condemn,
Destruction all around.
The Old Head of Kinsale
Watches the missile glide.
The bomb shreds to assail
Those weapons stowed inside.
The fable of the two snakes in the grass
There were two snakes in the grass,
buried in the pit of life,
now bemoaning their past,
with hisses, coils and strikes
she constricts
he restricts
venom spewing out
she thwarts his advances
and he thwarts hers
stubbornness seeding,
in the pot of mystery
In the rock bottom
garden of life,
... there they were
continuously watching their every
movements like lovers
but in this case like adversaries
like snakes in the grass
her eyes would pierce his
his eyes would send chills down her back
on and on,
on and on
these two battled
battling night and day
then one day
and once upon a time
story has it a huge earth quack hit
it hit faith
it hit destiny
it hit the rock bottom garden pit
sending the pair twirling around
twirling around on top of each other
like a washing machine
and when the tremors stopped
the cycle stopped
the pair was still on top of each other
their eyes soften
their coats insulate
the heat felt good
they nudge closer together
sniffing Heaven for once
changing their venom to love
being pregnant with happiness
and soon a nest of little ones, too
so cute
that even the two snakes in the grass are beaming
beaming a new found purpose in life
olive branches of tremors, fate
a fortuitous bounce
connie pachecho
3/16/17
Tragedy in Pennsylvania
October, 2006
I watched 34 carriages
and buggies snake toward
three empty hand-dug graves.
"Our lives are shattered," is quoted
as an entire nation gazes in horror,
and one church hosts a prayer vigil.
The iron wheels of a horse-drawn hearse
tracks the same route taken by the milk
wagon, and winds past the shooter's house.
One sister had begged, "Shoot me first."
Her younger sibling said, "Shoot me
next," hoping to save the others.
Hate-filled rhetoric spills over air waves,
thwarts picket plans of misguided religious
fanatics, and spares gentlefolk further pain.
Two sisters share a common grave;
a young girl is brought home
to die in peace.
Gracious, forgiving, old-world Amish
invite the shooter's family to witness
their daughters' final farewell.
Naomi Rose,
the only girl in an all boy family,
is laid to rest.
Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 6
Should the State legitimate entity be
To make the use of force It generates valid
True father protects for life his progeny
Change helmsmen and change its personality
The State’s a will o’ the wisp under tight lid
Should the State legitimate entity be
The State is as human as errors can be
Should It excuse seek or new elections bid
True father protects for life his progeny
No citizen conscription thwarts and breathes free
Abjure violence to be made invalid
Should the State legitimate entity be
Since consensus derives from majority
Who made the individual a Candide
True father protects for life his progeny
Overlook crush even one nonentity
What right have men to govern any breed
Should the State legitimate entity be
True father protects for life his progeny
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Me and my dear ones
In the crew of life
I try to settle myself in strife
Knowing these moons will disappear
But still struggling like Shakespeare
He gives me and I take
And I spend lavishly on folk fake
Expecting one day I’d conquer hearts
But their temptation foils and thwarts
And I still left under the sky of allay
Scorching in the whole prickly noonday
Many times I cry without tears
Due to the sincerity and love of my dears
The baby innocent like an ambler
Entertains and acts as a dabbler
The world rest on hope and I see
They’ve started acknowledging me a wee.
As Yggdrasil stretches into heaven
Hyperion watches a new Armageddon
As General Sherman towers above
Methuselah cradles a mourning dove
Old Tjikko refuses to bend
The baobab thwarts the wind
The Tree That Owns Itself
Will never, ever be compelled
The Cedars of God remain
Despite any flood or hurricane
The verse-writer
A blind optimist outfits revealing insights galore
Thwarts the swirling world and faith restores
Aimless existence outwardly alchemizes
A scoundrel,a seraph and a lunatic in him domiciles
Yet,the poet secretes abysmal anguish in privacy
Does camouflage a mental deranged stability