Best Transparent Poems
Who gave men the knowledge that they wore no clothing?
Think God in those days 'walked' in long flowing robes?
In the Garden of Eden was God naked too?
Did He shame you on purpose (please pardon my probes)?
'Word' says the Creator made man in 'His image,'
And both 'male and female,' created the two,
To be 'sensual,' 'sentient,' new by degree,
With a choice to choose life or death! Man in a zoo?
With pleasure created us, called His work good but
Creation carnivorous! Was food then tame?
Man designed to eat flesh and not live just on plants,
In God's Garden of Eden men killed with no shame.
They understood death too for God, in fact, warned them
That to eat of one tree would bring adverse result?
Can you feel their surprise, did they think snake new God?
Or was snake just a metaphor, intellect's cult!
To trust talking snake wouldn't be my first choice though,
No hint other animals showed such rapport,
Curiosity banished, or love for own thoughts?
Those who question God honor Him, pride is a whore!
True shame then is born from not trusting the Father?
Our nakedness clear when we stand in His shade?
When you reach for infinity, who paved the way?
You might think of the price for your love that Christ paid!
It's footnote perhaps, but two trees are important,
Tree of life man could eat from but not wisdom's tree,
Their choice, live life forever or die seeking knowledge,
Do you think God is proud of us? That's what I see!
Long Tooth
August 31, 2018
The "NON-Transparent Political Leader says: We who are "Transparent" will "Help All"!!!!!!!!! We will "Help" both "The richest of the rich",and "The poorest of the poor",and if "You elect me I will open every door!!!!! The "NON-Transparent Leader" gets elected: and as soon as he or she gets elected to "Public Office" he or she "Cuts back on "Feeding The Poor",Cuts back on providing health care for those who pay their salaries through the "Taxes " that they pay",and make it "LEGAL" FOR THEMSELVES "NEVER TO PAY TAXES EVER SO THAT DEMOCRACY WILL ROT AND DECAY!!!!!! 'THIS IS THE TRUE DEFINITION OF "THE NON-TRANSPARENT POLITICIAN WHO GOT ELECTED TO PUBLIC OFFICE BY BEING DECEITFUL TO THOSE WHO THEY ARE SUPPOSE "TO LEAD AND SERVE"!!!!!THE "NON-TRANSPARENT POLITICIAN BECOMES "TRANSPARENT"WHEN WE SEE WHAT HE OR SHE DELIVERS TO THE PEOPLE THAT THEY ARE SUPPOSE TO LEAD AND SERVE!!!!HOW ARE TEACHER OF OUR CHILDREN DOING IN "THE GREAT STATE OF KENTUCKY""? THEY SEEM TO BE COMPLAINING NOW,ABOUT WHO THEY VOTED IN!!!! IT IS A SIN WHEN A 'TEACHER' WILL NOT LEARN: WILL THEY VOTE HIM OR HER IN AGAIN? IS THIS A 'NON-TRANSPARENT POLITICIAN WHO 'THE TEACHERS OF OUR CHILDREN VOTED IN? WHAT WILL THEY HAVE TO COMPLAIN ABOUT IF THEY "VOTE HIM OR HER IN AGAIN"? EVIL AND SIN IS A REAL REALITY,AND "SIN IS SOMETHING THAT HUMANS DO!!!! "EVIL" IS SOMETHING THAT WE "DO NOT" HAVE TO DO!!!!! WE AS HUMANS DO NOT HAVE TO "HATE".....WE REALLY CAN CONTROL THAT IF IT IS OUR WILL? HATE IS "EVIL",AND IS WORST THAN "SIN"!!! WE SIN AGAIN,AND AGAIN,AND AGAIN,BECAUSE WE ARE WOMEN,AND MEN!!!! WE ARE BORN IN"SIN'!!!!!! WE ARE NOT BORN "IN EVIL'!!!!!! WE SOMETIMES ENJOY 'SIN";WE ****** AGAIN,AND AGAIN,AND AGAIN!!!!!NOT IN 'HATE OR EVIL"!!!!HATE AND EVIL IS THE REAL TRUE SIN!!!! GET RID OF HATE,AND THEN YOU GET RID OF EVIL SO THAT YOUR 'LIFE CAN BEGIN"," AGAIN,AND AGAIN,AND AGAIN!!!!!! WE ARE SINNERS UNTIL THE END!!!!!
I’m normal, get over it!
I don’t wear women’s clothes
Pout my lips or paint my toes
I don’t eat twenty cakes a week
Or do a selfie and show my cheek
I haven’t tatts all over my body
And crying all day’s not my hobby
I don’t have a fashionable label
I don’t believe all I watch on cable
I wasn’t bullied at secondary school
I don’t wear sandals and a cagoule
I never show my feminine side
My hard drive has nothing to hide
I haven’t got a flag as far as I know
I don’t like people who call me bro
I’ve never kissed a man or petted a pet
I’ve done nothing I really regret
I haven’t a beard, I like a shave
I’m perfectly normal, my name's Dave
David Cox 01/09/22
The song wafted through the air,
scent of lurid happiness and
seductive sway beneath the veneer,
intermingling in their ears and
drew them together,
cast aside their fears
as they came close he whispered
in her ear...
Tears welled up, the dam broke
and they fell silently down her soft cheeks
three words she had heard before
three words she will hear no more
from any other man.
in the right order, they make perfect sense.
But Intentionality draws the line between
Love and less
Earth Host
and all her mutually codependent
co-arising Earth Tribes
of inclusive regeneration
have continued evolving
new wine in old wineskins
new eggs from old genetic nests,
running on both dipolar Tao-Cylinders,
karmic grace-optimized in Neutral
Midway P=N(NP) as Yang=YinYin,
informating,
with fractal 4-Prime Thermodynamic Balance--
Once learned,
never forgotten,
like autonomically riding
a bilaterally reforming fractal-seasoned cycling function.
Both cylinders
also internal/external landscapes
and Left/Right hemispheres,
labeled ego-mind
and eco-body
by Left brain dualistic dominance,
each with its own dipolar neurosystemic
optimization story,
win/win through win/lose memory,
lose/lose loss of painful rememory,
transgenerative crown/root systemic his/herstory,
polyculturing as "Beloved EcoPolitical SenSexual Community."
As Left contracts more climatically
monopolistically self-deductive -reductive
with critical competitive events
and win-lose strategies for ego-survival,
Right expands more cooperatively
abundant wealthy health of values
polyculturally dipolar double-binding eco-norms
for designing and re-developing Plan A cooperative
network of politically power-optimizing economics,
between tribal co-arising mutually-subsidiary Plan B humanity
and grace-filled Plan A divinity
of beauty and health
as ecopolitical wealthy
EarthTribe/Gaia balance.
Hidden memories never leave…
They hide in places that deceive…
A subconscious thought engulfs my mind…
Leads us down a hall we’ve left behind…
A blurry vision all too clear…
Rising scars once again appear…
In an escape through dreams I write my way back…
Into a place where you can’t see the cracks…
Poems Are Transparent
Poets said it is apparent my poems are transparent
As an intellectual quality seeming to be inherent
In each poem of mine being written by me
What should I do to make poems much better be?
Could start by verbs correctly conjugating
Be patient when writing and longer waiting
Never do create poems discovered despairing
Make full of feeling and people for caring.
Doubles negatives make sure you denounce
On dangling participles be prepared to pounce
Even if difficult, damnable and very disturbing
Bad and belligerent language should be curbing.
Remember adjectives pretending to predicate
And adverse to adjectives after having fill of it
If for correct grammar at table you are pining
Should start serving some sentence outlining.
At end of poem all these factors are combined
Composure of poem is well-defined and designed
After each effort error dropped off and did disappear
You became either Frost, Browning or Shakespeare.
I forgot and did leave out my other two favorites
who are Ogden Nash and Will Rogers. Combine
them all together and that is what my poetic
prowess consists of.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran and Poet
Transparent
Easily broken by force
Melted by heat and shaped by fault
Not the first and not the last
So,I look for my reflection
But I'm see through like glass
Be proud of what God made you
You are the only one he made that way
What do you have to hide?
Are you afraid everyone will see what you really do?
You are almost like night and day
Are you afraid someone will see your other side?
Are you good or bad, I don't know?
And I don't really care
Just be proud of what you really are?
You are just putting on a show
Who cares if they stare
But don't hide who you are
Don't be counterfeit, be real
Hiding will not get you anywhere
Beauty is only skin deep, the truth is in the heart
Shoes that don't fit have a certain feel
Honesty will buy you a meal
Look in the mirror and be smart
Rich or poor, give it all you have got
All you can do is do your best
It should be easy, not a hard task
God is not asking a lot
Every now and then, he will give you a test
Are you hiding behind a transparent mask
I woke up when the roof caved in, the smoke slithered under my bedroom door
As I Crawled through my Sin, to that bedroom door, as I slowly Lift Myself off the Floor
I look through the window, and what do I see; My Bride, My Wife, My LOVE : LENORE
Shouting “ Harry the “Vail” is all You have Left of “ ME “ “Open the door “ SAVE ME “
I cry as memories, burn off the wall, I see the “Vail “ untouched by Satan’s Fire
The Burning Hot Flames, are biting on me; the Untouched : Vail “ is all I can see
My “FOREVER and ALWAYS, My Most Only; BELOVED, LENORE my DESIRE
I Grasp the : “ Transparent White Vail “ Jump through the Window of “ ETERNITY “
In a black flame of glory; the Devil speaks to me “ You Do Love Your Wife “ LENORE ?“
I Look at the Ecru, Aging Transparent White Vail. My ALWAYS and FOREVER “LENORE”
Begone Satan you do not belong here
With Almighty GOD,the GOD that you fear
Inspired by the Contest : " Last Chance : Sponsored by Kristen Bruni
Dedicated to Forty Years of LOVE To my Life, My Wife, Lenore Ellen (Adams) Johnson
November 4, 1951 - August 25, 1971 YOU are ALWAYS Remembered in My HEART
Author's Note : The Vail is what I would save in a fire; but I was robbed four Years Ago : The Thief's Prize - " A Transparent White Wedding VAIL " Please bring It Back
LOVE ALWAYS and FOREVER, YOUR Liege...HG
He closed his hand to make a fist,
as he stood silently behind bars,
a wisp of transparent mist
specked and sparked like stars,
defiant, and reliant,
as his freedom was just a dream,
and her life ended in a scream,
glancing upward he saw,
her ghostly image reaching out to claw,
the cloudy air,
her death was his fear,
his actions brought him here,
and her there,
forever they’ll stay,
he will remain in prison for killing the one he loved,
crime of passion, without compassion,
as he prays to God above,
her ghost flying,
and he could hear the angels crying,
as his spirit was trailing down,
Hell-bound,
underground,
where it would be found.
I am a grain of dust;
My live was craved from stone;
I am a speck of dirt;
My body mode out of clay;
My God kiss me, He breathe His breath in me;
Now I am a living soul;
My final place I want to go;
~
I just want to go to heaven;
I am made of terrain earth;
My insides birth sin worth;
I am a speck of dirt;
My body model of moisten clay;
While along the way, My Savoir died for me;
That my truest self my soul and spirit;
My rest in heavens hills;
~
and once I see, release;
I'd open mine eyes and see;
I'll be called, I'll rise and I'll walk down heavens golden streets;
AMEN!
12/13/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
if i were not many years
old....i would not believe
the feelings that i have
had for you lately
you have proven that
you love me and you
have made people
behave around me
you have protected me
i have not been protected
in my whole life....
never
i haven't even protected
myself, just everyone
else
this is important
and you may not
understand but.....
i have told you and
now it is written in
black and white that
you may read when i
am gone
these twenty years
have gone like a
dandelion as you
puff it into the wind
it always ends up
that we are together
again with our love
intact.
maybe i love more
i don't know
but i do not care
because it is my life
and my love i give
to you....
you are my one
true love and
the love of my life and
i am not self conscious
to tell you so.
janetta
Nothing left to say
Head spinning like a wheel
Out here all alone
I am not for real
No one left to call
Nothing else to do
Down I start to fall
I'm invisible to you.
Nothing left to see
Falling all apart
No one else to be
Shred the pieces of my heart
So much for my pain
I would have loved you too
The tears they pour like rain
Cause.........I'm invisible to you!
Take me to the place
where the air is clear
and transparent, like the water
that flows down the sides
of the monolith
an ever flowing, bounteous treasure
where my soul feels free
take me to that quiet hovel
that lies deep in the woods
an admirable little zareba
where a cave sits in the monolith
a cave that never ends
like the flowing water
and the dreams in my head
February 22nd 2014