Best Took Poems
Amazing love,
Amazing grace,
You gave Your life,
You took my place.
I should have died,
On Calvary's tree,
But You stepped in,
And died for me.
What can I say?
What can I do?
To show my love,
My gratitude?
To You my Lord,
My Savior King,
For becoming my
Sin offering?
Here is my heart,
Here is my soul,
Come Lord Jesus,
Take control.
The old is gone,
You've made me new.
You died for me,
I'll live for you.
2008
I wish I’d had the courage to ask you
why you treated me so differently to my sibling
You gave her private education at Norland -
yet I did the same course but at the local technical college
You purchased a house for her -
yet I had to save up with my husband to buy our own
You paid for her driving lessons, bought her a car
whilst I had 5 casual jobs and paid for my own
You gave her money on tap
yet I’ve have had to work for everything we own
At the end of the day
you never treated me like I was your daughter.
Since you died …
Mum’s intimated you weren’t my father …
I wish I’d had the courage to ask before you died
NB Neither myself or mum have grieved in the five years since he died - as for my sister I have no idea, as she cut all contact with the family after she inherited part of dad's estate from me and mum.
Norland is a private college in Berkshire - it's where the Royal Nannies come from
awarded poem of the day 9/10/20
awarded trophy 9/29/20
Previously received n/a in courage Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cook
09/09/20
A coral pink design on glistening ruby tapestry--
Reminiscent of ingenuity of sculptor's blueprints
In scarlet-orange tinges and teal-green imprints
Hanging spectacularly in the cosmic art gallery.
You are the brushstrokes of Florentine artistry--
Verses of poetry scripted in ornate vocabulary
Articulating the vision of a star studded galaxy
Flying in the universe on wings of your beauty.
The scent of purple heliotropes you often vied for
Lingers in search of your golden yellow persona
Since you left the earth floating on dream clouds
Ingesting dusty gases to forge your own replica.
Jealous are the stars of your blushing rose motif
Shaped like a monarch besting your surroundings,
An ornament you are, flashing your royal charm--
Jewel that took the crown from dying supernova.
June 10, 2019
Placed 3rd: Your choice (7) contest by Brian Strand
Placed 3rd:Nifty named nebula poetry contest by William Kekaula
Picture 1: The butterfly
Sonny Doyal Roper
October 14, 1943 - August 29, 2018
This poem was written by my husband last month for Victor Carmel Buhagiar with also a rosary he had made with angels as stations , so I decide to add
Angels in Flight
In darkness at day or night I'm never alone
For I have six angels to see me home
Nothing in this world I have to fear
My six angels are always near
When my troubles are hard to bear
My angels are always there
They will guard and watch over me
Until this world I'm ready to leave
And when it's my time to leave this land
They will guide me hand in hand
by Sonny Roper 7/30/2018
Scent Heaven took you away
I've asked GOD, every single day,
to send you back to me, helplessly I pray.
I am so heartbroken, hopelessly going through the motions of my life.
Angrily denying that Heaven took you from me, Heaven took my Daddy away.
Now that your gone, it's so hard to carry on. Eleven years now it's been, it doesn't seem that long ago. No one knows what this loss has done to me, I am not alive sometimes it seems. I'm a ghost to those around me
desperately I struggle just to get through each day, ever since Heaven took you away.
Nervous, apprehensive, determined most of all
Excitement on hold, a job to be done
His greatest gift, holy, our creation.
I was prepared, clarity in vision.
Betrayed, a body incapable of my goal.
The journey we started forced to an end,
Mind over matter now meaningless sentiment.
Consent hurriedly signed as corridors sped by
Smell and sounds unfamiliar to our plan,
Masked faces, green gowns occupy our space
Determination gives way to trepidation uncontrolled.
Your father takes my hand, soul now stilled
Presence of his strength restoring all calm.
Searing pain, tearing through me, more than I can bare
Again the end goal grows too far,
You are within reach, unable to be touched
The seconds tick by, clock jealous of our need.
Finally the cocoon that was your home releases you,
A screwed up face and manhood presented to me.
Overwhelmed, emotions lightening in speed
You are here, your arrival the greatest event.
An afternoon spent lost in your gaze,
Confirmation perfection on earth exists.
Stars appear in the night sky
Wearily, with reluctance, utata kisses us goodbye.
The phone call arrives,
Urgency the need,
The greatest day turned inside out.
Your life safe I faced my own mortality
Seconds, minutes, hours all pass by
Again and again dark skies give way to light.
Awake! Scared! Fear foremost in my mind.
What happened to my child?
Why do I not feel you near?
Your father’s hand never far from mine
His eyes reflect my fear,
But knowledge gives him ease, relief has found him.
Tests, observations, all stealing time from me
Never a woman’s need for her kin has been so great.
The warmth of your skin a glove to my heart.
A life spared, second chance, saved by God’s grace.
The years pass by, 10 in all,
Sometimes you question my humanity
Forever I reassure you I will never leave.
Your heart, your blood they are part of me,
Entwined are our souls, never to be freed.
You took my life as I gave you yours,
It was You who gave birth to me,
For you created a mother,
A higher being.
~
I took the sun for granted,
when I saw it in your eyes
For nothing was more magical
on any dawning skies
Reflections filled with wonder,
tinted shades of sapphire blue
A captivating vision,
so enchanted was my view
For even when it’s cloudy,
chilly rains fall from above
The heavens hold the wishes
of your never ending love
I took the sun for granted,
now no need for its display
Your beauty is my sunrise,
every morning, every day
~
BEFORE THE TECHNOLOGY TOOK OVER.
How beautiful were those days
When tech had not touched us
To spoil our minds and hearts
When life was simple and plain
And ambitions too were not very rosy.
When poetry music and art
Use to inspire us to touch the sky
On the wings of our imagination
As then our dreams too were simple
And love use to empower our hearts
To swim across any deep ocean
While singing the songs of love.
When television had not snatched
Our leisure hours from everyone of us
And we use to dance and sing
On the call of heart touching tunes.
When mobiles had not spoiled our minds
While snatching from us,
Our peace of mind
When computers were a remote cry
And internet had not ruined the purity of minds.
When as children we use to enjoy the life
While playing the Gend Tadi* (throw balls)
Or even the Gilli Danda*
As they all use to fill us with a serene joy
Which the new technology has snatched
From our kids and younger generations.
How beautiful were those days
When we use to enjoy the company
Of human minds and hearts
Unlike the numerous appliances
Which we keep close to our hearts
instead of love, music and friendship.
The new generation would never know
The beauty of those precious joyous moments
Which used to embrace our hearts
And were the result of love and affection
Which always come from non tech things.
Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpir India 29th Oct. 2016
Inspired poem from a Photo published by Julia Ward on face book.
* Indian village simple games which are played with the help of a rubber ball and two wooden made Gilli two side conical small rod and Danda ( a little bigger rod).
Life becomes so busy that sometimes we loose sight
of, He who protects us through the darkness of night.
He is our shelter, our becon in the storm,
the rays of sunshine that keep our body warm.
How many times, do you forget to pray
What if God, decided to leave for a day.
Would we have protection from darkness of night,
with no guidance, would we do whats right.
If you got in trouble, who would you call on quick
Who would give you comfort, if you got sick.
If you need a friend, He wouldn't be at your side
Without his shield, where would you hide.
The next time you decide that God is the blame,
bow your head and have the decency, to feel shame.
He has never deserted His throne up above
Every day He showers us with endless love.
It wouldn't hurt a bit, to praise the one,
who made the ultimate sacrifice, of his only son.
United Colours: BLUE CONTEST
Sponsor: Silent One
Her primary color was blue. It could not be made from a combination of any other color. It was hers and hers alone. She had a pure aura surrounding her, soft shades of carolina and cornflower but it changed into midnight blue over night. Why when we display such sorrow, does the color blue represent sadness? Her memory was a dripping color of melting oxford. Her blues haunted me for years. I have seen the darkness that manifests itself into shades of navy and azure. How did I wake up one morning feeling free of the chains I held for years?My perceptions had changed and my memories turned into an uplifted recollection of my constant salvation. Now, the different hues of her blues represent loyalty and strength, full of wisdom and free from resentment. My honesty held deep within my core shall shine through shades of cobalt and indigo. Her blues saved me in an unusual way. Sapphires of bitterness turned into shades of lapis and teal. These colors stand for my holy redemption. I needed redemption from depending on her confusing emotions. I was scared of the wicked tides resisting my healing of losing her. I have collected pebbles of grief, residue from her rebellion. But now her memory is the stable color of aegean. Her blues gave birth to my newfound confidence. I hold onto the sight of her wings with stairs leading up towards the baby blue clouds of heaven. My nightmares crossed over into the light bringing my acceptance into concrete existence. Her memories will always exist in my delicate heart.
Her blues saved me...now my blues are gone...thank you sweet sister...
~Date Written: February 28, 2016~
WHEN JUSTICE TOOK A HOLIDAY
Justice took a holiday today;
Peace fought back the tears.
The mourners came to knell and pray:
Guilt having choked the apathy of the years.
No eulogy can change the present or the past;
No commentary can ease the lingering pain.
What a mockery is made of “free at last”;
Only God has escaped the pointing blame.
Tomorrow will bring new tales to be told.
There’ll be no victory upon this cloudy scene;
Only memories of shades of gray of days of old:
Once again, humanity blinded to what was seen.
Yes, the more things change, the more they stay the same;
God forbid, we’re heirs to lives immune to festering shame.
So keep your eyes watching God while waiting for freedom to come;
The pursuit of happiness, life, liberty and justice, is still only for some.
But let us not whine and wallow in debilitating despair;
Let us not be like those who say they just don’t care;
With our audacious faith, there’s nothing we can’t bear.
So let us keep on keeping on with the last sweet breath that is left;
Let our cry be: “America! Give us liberty! We have given you our death!”
You took the short path,
in life many do.
I took the long path,
for the lovely view.
Blue shiny water,
I wanted to see.
She took me on a moonbeam
She took me on a moonbeam
I held her neath its light
The stars sang sweet surrender
in echoes on the night
Of comet tail desires
her lips ignite my skin
Enchanted constellations
blushing once again
Angelic woven heavens
draped softly on the sky
Velvet folds of ecstasy
of whispers floating by
Within her gaze I tremble
exquisitely designed
Lost amidst the rapture
her moistened love divine
Seductive contemplation
in misted dreams come true
Along the vast horizon
beguiling evening view
In sighs that softly quiver
we intertwine as one
Drifting through the galaxy
beyond the rising sun
Good night Soupers. Have a great weekend. See you on Monday
When he took my hand
this drab world changed
summer grasses became
a carpet of green where we
lay hour after hour lost
in each other
My eyes saw color in everything
and my heart filled
with raw emotion
His touch rivaled the warmth of the sun
causing buds to blossom on our trees
my lips open to his
my heart open to love
I want to tell you a story,
About a little boy,
Who went up to his bedroom
To get his favourite toy.
But when he opened his bedroom door
And popped inside his head,
He couldn't see him anywhere
And he had left him on his bed.
So he looked inside the wardrobe,
And he looked behind the chair,
He looked on the window sill
But still he wasn't there.
So he started emptying boxes
And pulling out the drawers,
He didn't know what was happening
He had never been gone before.
His mother heard the banging
And all the crashing about.
So she went upstairs to investigate
What the noise is all about.
When she saw him sat there
He had tears in his eye,
She had never seen him so upset
She nearly started to cry.
Between the sobs he told her
That he couldn't find his ted.
That he had come upstairs to get him
So he could go to bed.
She told him it was to early,
That they hadn't had their tea.
Then we can snuggle on the sofa
And watch a little TV.
Then we can go and get your ted,
So you don't have to cry.
You can put him back on your bed,
He will be nice and clean and dry.
Wanted to make this into a picture
Nursery rhyme book.
Edited on 20/4/2021.