Best Time Period Poems
You said you will love me....always
Be there for me....always
Cherish me...always
How long is your always, My Love?
A moment
An hour
A day
Just for this time
While our bodies and souls are
Intertwined?
While I make love to you
and make you shine...
Sublime?
How long is your always, my Love?
A week
A month
A season
A year
While I’m still healthy and young
Beautifully bountiful
smooth and silky
voluptuous and vivacious
agelessly alluring
sultry and sexy sweet
your whenever you want it treat?
How long is your always, my Love?
A lifetime?
Beyond?
To Eternity?
How long is your always, my Love?
Tell me…
Explain it to me
Whisper it in my ear
as my hair brushes against your chin
and my lips plant a kiss on your neck
Tell me....
Tell me!!!!
When you say
You will love me "ALWAYS"
Is your always....
the same time period as mine?
Search your heart
Search it carefully
Right now as it rapidly pulsates with passion's pleasure
Right now when eternity is ours
Here...now...
Ask your heart
Search it well and find
The truth that there resides
Pounding in those chambers
Reverberating Righteous Rhymes
TRUTH
Listen...
And if your heart answers....
"As long as I beat....ALWAYS breathes"
Then I'll give you my all….ALL
Body and soul
Forever and ALWAYS
YOURS...
as in my beating heart....
You are forever and ALWAYS
MINE! :)
Jade Celeste
Many tears have been shed for what no longer is.
The heart that lost all hope was left for the scavengers…
Scavengers that would physically take advantage of him,
But with his verbal consent.
His heart was dying… with nobody to heal it.
Many women had the chance to have him,
But something would keep him away from the true threats.
Some may say fate, while others would say God… But I say thank you.
Thank you for saving me from countless destructive paths.
Thank you for keeping me slightly sane.
Thank you for giving me exactly what I needed.
Thank you for showing her to me.
Her name eluded me for a time period,
But now rings out like that of an angel’s.
She came and put her arm around me…
Wiped my face clean of tears.
She gives me love like no other,
Even though I don’t see why.
She makes me believe her heart is mine,
While in reality, my heart is hers.
She will never admit what she truly deserves,
Only desire the happiness for whom she loves.
Always ready to sacrifice her heart for his…
While all he wants is her heart.
The passage of time makes their future uncertain.
Will they be walking down an isle together
Or just in a park as friends?
Will they share a bed in love or in playful fun?
None of this is yet known…
Both have their desires, hopes and dreams
But with all of this, one thing is certain.
Teddie, I love you always and forever you will be with me.
Clash of Truth and Beauty
I find this perversion abhorrent
That the ancient Greeks had
For sexual engagement with animals;
And that they entertained the belief
That offspring could be procreated
through this act of bestiality.
It defies reality and escapes imagination.
(Even in that time period)
How a culture so advanced could be
Clouded with superstitious, inhuman ethics and morals.
(If it weren’t so sad, it would be laughable.)
And to accept this depiction as art,
Taxes the brain for justification
Not because of the act, but because of the culture.
I cannot see any beauty in this!
It’s the fact that it’s so despicable
And degrades the animals.
The Future
One’s future footprints in the sands of time,
To be enshrined for all to see in time.
A time period of shall and shall be,
Descriptive too of what again shall be.
A future view of such constant motion,
Of people, events, passion, emotion.
A planned assumption that is great or grave,
That a future parade of time must save.
A dream so enchanted for the future,
Not revealed—as one must learn the future.
A future hope for wantonness and wit,
To be resurrected now from Hell’s pit.
A vision of future epochs in time,
Now must our poets plan to set in rhyme.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
(December 27, 2014) (Heroic Couplet)
The Past
One’s former footprints in the sands of time,
Engraved and set for all to see in kind.
A time period of was and had been,
And descriptive too of what might have been.
A former snapshot of motion frozen,
Of people or an event so chosen.
A historical fact so great or grave,
That the procession of time has so saved.
An enchanted dream one dreamt deep and well,
Which is gone and one now can only tell.
A past moment of wantonness and wit,
Dead now and buried so deep in a pit.
A wondrous parade of epochs in time,
Now bygone for poets to set in rhyme.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
(December 25, 2014) (Heroic Couplet)
Watch the sun appear
On this Solstice clear
Over Stonehenge monoliths.
Sing the sacred song
Honoring the throng
Of the ancient spirit’s gifts.
Let the sun stand still
As we feel the thrill
Of Midsummer’s energy.
Summer has begun
Now our hearts are one
As we mark in harmony
Power of the sun
That our Solstice's spun,
We gather to celebrate.
Let us be aware
Of the love we share
Where still Druids congregate.
7th place in Rob Carmack's Screwed XIV Contest.
June 4, 2016 It was awarded an N/A : )
Summer Solstice Contest
Sponsor Shadow Hamilton
*Alouette Form: http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/alouette.html
The Solstice is a time when the Sun is at the highest (Summer) and the lowest (Winter) yearly altitude as measured from the equator in the Northern Hemisphere. The word “solstice” comes from two Latin words—“sol” (Sun) and “sistere” (standstill) -- indicating that the Sun comes to a stop before reversing its direction. Along with the Spring and Fall Equinoxes, Solstices have been considered in many world’s traditions as the most spiritually powerful days in a calendar year. While it marks the astronomical beginning of Summer, in ancient traditions this time period was known as Midsummer and is celebrated throughout the world in very similar ways even today.
In the Northern Hemisphere, the Summer Solstice occurs on the 21st of June, as the Sun leaves the astrological sign of Gemini and enters into Cancer. This longest day of the year is the day for celebrating the life-giving powers of the Sun, giving gratitude to the joys of life, love and manifesting dreams into reality.
The Triangle Of Mystery
Come with me on a journey to Bermuda, where there is an
Area called the Devil's Triangle, in this ocean expanse many ships
Mysteriously vanished and never returned, with the
Exception of one - a ghost ship known as the Mary Celeste.
Even aircraft were lost in this stretch of waters, where
Strange magnetic influences create major problems for
Travellers passing through these regions, even UFO's
Were sighted entering and leaving the triangle. There was an
Incident when a woman was flying her plane over one of
The tropical islands. When she contacted the airport tower,
She was told she could land there. The sky was clear, as she
Kept circling the runway and her plane was slowly running out of
Fuel, she was viewing the same island but in an earlier time period
When the runway was actually overgrown with palm trees, and it
Seemed her plane was in a time zone different from that of the
Airport. The plane was never found. Another strange incident
Happened when a barge was towing a large commercial raft,
And the ship was blanketed in fog, when the seamen looked
Back they noticed that the rope was invisible and the metal hand
Rails were white hot while their breath was chilled, what had
Caused this strange phenomenon? Was it due to the Triangle's
Mysterious properties? The answer is unknown even to this day,
The Bermuda Triangle will never disclose it's secrets to anyone.
Legend Of The Black Dove
(Part 9) "The Voyage To Where ?"
The weather is cold and the sea calm as the 'Columbia' goes out to sea.
Norrington and Jenkins finally fall asleep in their cabin while on deck
the captain fears something wrong with the ship, the weather picks up
to a squall as the 'Columbia' gains tremendous speed and a strange
mist engulfs the ship. She is travelling an amazing 2000knots and
then suddenly slows down. They are in a harbour once again, but
where are they ? It is now daylight, it having being night just an hour
before going to sea. The jolt from sudden stopping awaken Norrington
and Jenkins and they head up on deck. From the captain, Norrington
finds out the ship has travelled to some unchartered land, he
orders for a boat to be lowered intending to go ashore on a
scouting mission and asks for volunteers, Norrington and Jenkins go
along with Captain Dennis Owens and his first officer Glenn Hill plus
two crewmen. As they approach Dover harbour (is Dover here an
unchartered land?) the passengers and crew behold a very unusual
sight: instead of sailing ships they notice ships of strange types moored
in the harbour, along with the 'Enterprise'- the sister ship of the
'Columbia' which must be brand new, but appears to be worn out and
ready for scrapping. What are these strange ships, what had happened
to their own ship ? The Captain decides he needed some answers
(The Captain wishes to find out) so they all decide to board one of the
strange vessels. When on board they go below deck and find a propulsion
system of strange design on the cellar deck. they are all amazed at what
they see. The captain discovers the bridge of the huge ship full of weird
levers and instrumentation. Owens notices a placard on the ship's wheel
mount on the 'Albatross' built at Newcastle in 1929, as well as a calendar
dated 1930,and it all starts to make sense: the weird mist had transported
them through a time portal from 1750 to the year 1930.....
Is the crew of the 'Columbia' marooned forever in this particular time period ?
Is there any way back to their own time?
Make the discovery (Find out) in Part 10...."The Unknown World"
Posted the first day of each month.
Written 30th July 2013
And then paper went silent
leaving same sensation
again that bloody feeling of
big mountain exploding in heat inside my armour plate
just couldn't write the words
with no love among them
their people beheaded one of mine
now trough mine borders theirs screamed for salvation
mine theirs
ours
where did we displaced ours
when
how
always the same in that vicious circle
love and hate chase each other endlessly
clocks are falling off the walls
no limited time period for hate is permitted
as evil is another face of good
just turn that goddamned another cheek
an eye for an eye isn't our god's choice
if it was
He would wiped us out from the planet
we killed his son
now we are killing someones children again
beheading
lifting the wall
strengthened by words
anchored through indifference
they are theirs
send them back
what is broken
can be mended
will never be the same
send them back
shouldn't write those words
with no love among them
they are terrorists
terror could be ours
but europe remains for europeans
send them back
our future is their raping our women
lifting our towns in the air
bombing our schools
churches
hospitals
theirs and ours
under the same sky
stood
And all of that is their now
did I wrote the words
with no love among them?
beheaded religion
and traditionally incorporated patriotism
have written false flag play
clean heart has no misinterpretations
to write a life
only needed is courage
let that paper speak again
trough our borders theirs screaming for salvation
our is beheaded
already tomorrow will be forgotten
as it is less painful
and paper is mute
informations can't endure despair
have you seen them over there
standing in the rain
soaked to the bones
children
women
men
old man
sick
cripled
exausted
heaven is trying to protect their imperfection
mixing his tears with their cry
cleaning them enough so they can merit that crossing
fragile thoughts
mine
climbing over baptised palms
colliding them in prayer for
landless
nameless
lifeless
godless
why have you made us like this?
God went silent
ours
here lies ole bones charley
he pleyd dem bones smartly
rekin now he be apleyin hsself
Authors Note:
Please leave a comment good or bad let me know what you think.
The spelling,grammar errors are done intentionally.
It is my attempt to keep within the 1800's era writing style.
A writer in that time period was lucky to be able to write their own name.
She wolf of the poetic world who run
and struggle to maintain her dignity
Our words, our dreams are falling to pieces
By, the predators of this time period
We are the prey for the fearful ones
Who scrolls and display rude comments?
Deep within as you lament over our poems
we rise up stronger than ever
Composing rhyme, lyric and prose
Unlike your hatred about likes and dislikes
Narrative poems portrays the truth
We shine, we meddled, and somehow, we win
We are stronger; death with dignity is a poet emblems
Pieces of our past anthology anguish you
Your Savage behavior bites you each time;
We compose; you pursue
We are the death of your souls
Mr. Sleepless White Nights
Your predators, you editors
Are you addicted to your inner critic
We have our rights
You confounded wretch night stalkers.
Time Period~~1830-1850
As rain falls hard and soaks the ground
and thunder roars its mighty sound,
so tears of the displaced may fall,
our cries bespeaking dearth and pall.
The Deep South tribes of long ago
were forced to forge a trail of woe,
of death and want, with goods so small,
our cries bespeaking dearth and pall.
We Cherokees were brought to tears
when forced from land we'd held for years,
no longer standing strong and tall,
our cries bespeaking dearth and pall.
The rugged journey thousands made
to Westward land should never fade
from memory. All must recall
our cries bespeaking dearth and pall.
on behalf of our tribe, the Cherokees, and the many other tribes
who were displaced
Did you read the news yet?
There are unscheduled blood moons popping up everywhere.
Just yesterday one in New Jersey and another in Illinois.
Blood moon, blood moon, what do you really mean?
Is it that you are trying to tell the children of God something super important?
What message is it that you bring?
As I have the ear of the Creator I have a little insight to the mystery.
If you are walking in the presence of the Holy Spirit you can also learn of this news.
Israel is going to begin its attack on the rest of the modern world for beginning to isolate it even more into a corner.
Israel will not stand down.
How can Israel continue to exist as a nation if it doesn’t protect herself?
How can Israel go into exile and hide herself in the corner if it is the so-called “Nation of God?”
Israel must protect herself and Israel must not back down.
The world’s superpowers are like the mighty Goliath and Israel has in her possession 5 smooth stones.
No matter who is buying up all the property in Israel, and no matter how many mosques are built there,
Israel belongs to King Jehovah and His Son Yeshua.
No piece of paper or international decree can undo what was initiated in the heavenlies.
So get out your lawn chairs and your prayer shawls and await the time period surrounding the next and final blood moon.
It should be a milestone for Israel and it should be a blood moon to remember.
I also pray that anyone who reads this prophetic poem and does not have a sincere relationship with the One who owns all the real estate in Israel to get down on their knees today and pledge allegiance to the One True King.
The prophetic clock is winding down and the Lord’s soon arrival is any day now.
Do not delay doing today what needs to be done.
Do not be left behind to suffer the atrocities of the Great Tribulation.
If you think the world is bad now, wait until the Beast takes on the full authority given to him from the Lord of Hosts.
It may only be for a season, but it will be the worst time that this planet has ever experienced.
Bar none!
Give your heart to Jesus Christ today!
Tomorrow may be too late.
I was born too late ... not far too late, but about seventeen years ...
Or so, for I have always been too old-fashioned, (In a romantic, true love
Sense), for the time period and era I grew up in. I knew this without question
At an early age ... books were some of my best friends, always, and I first
Read my favorite novel before my tenth birthday ... it was on the shelves
Of my dad's den, and the bright colors of the binding had always pulled at
Me ... so, one summer eve, I took it to the porch swing by the lake, and
Started. Oh, how it opened up a whole new world to me! An entrancing
World of exotic places and people and struggles! The settings and
Characters and relationships were so unlike my own, and unlike anything
I knew of ... it wove a hunger into my heart! A yearning to live in a bigger
World and experience its wonders ... it placed a seed of romance and
Charm and excitement, deep into my being, and more importantly,
Taught me the absurd inequalities of racism, at a time when my world
Was primarily one color. To this day it is my dream to make that
Wondrous place my home, and one day soon I intend to, (for real) ...
Transforming those lessons and dreams into a reality. Bless you and
Thank you, James A. Michener, for placing into my forever-romantic
And old-fashioned child's heart, those "Tales of the South Pacific" ...
I am forever grateful ... and ever changed.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Life Lesson From A Favorite Novel" Poetry Contest, Line Gauthier, Judge & Sponsor.
You'll All Know When I Die.
Ya wanna know why?
Because I possess what many would see as amazing abilities,
but these abilities of mine can be attained by anybody
who takes the time to learn, practice and read.
Do you know that I can trace any computer users actual physical locality?
I never would but I could easly.
It's as easy as tracing a phone call with Caller ID.
There isn't a system that any computer hacker can't infiltrate easily,
but there are precautions one can take for their computer's and their own personal safety.
For example use public computers at varying different localities
and that will make a computer hacker stalker's finding you an impossibility.
There is also out there a lot of diversion computer technology.
This will keep any hacker too occupied to get a fixed trace temporarily.
Log off within a specific time period and the hacker's trace will end unsuccessfully.
Which brings me back to the beginning, You'll All Know When I Die
because when I know it's all over for me, I'm gonna leave you all with a great surprise.
It's time for a Revolution in my once great country
being destroyed by political bureaucrats and corporations motivated by greed,
so just before I die for all of you I will leave
a new beginning for my once great magnificent country.
I will infiltrate the IRS computer system with a virus successfully
and wipe out every social security number of every citizen in the country.
You can then all not pay your taxes without fear of losing your assets and property.
Of course all this information can eventually be retrieved
but it will take generations for our government to achieve.
I only hope that my parting gift will be a rebirth and not destruction of my country,
but if something doesn't change soon in my once great country
The United States of America will self destruct anyway eventually.