Best Transpires Poems
He walked along the beach a man forlorn
Forgotten were his dreams, his heart was torn
The gentle waves spoke of the years gone by
And drew salt water down from saddened eye
He saw some driftwood lying on the shore
It sparked his interest and he longed for more
He touched it gently, to his great delight
Sandalwood he’d found: passion to ignite
The need to carve once more came to his mind
A joy he’d lost and could no longer find
He took it home, that battered piece of wood
With hopes to turn it into something good
A mane of hair took shape beneath his hands
Flowing waves of curly wooden strands
Round shoulders of the woman of his dreams
And breasts and waist of beauty carved supreme
Gracefully her form began to take on shape
When he was done he stood there mouth agape
She was a goddess made of his desire
A love for her consumed him like a fire
At night he wished upon a falling star
She’d come to life and chase his sorrows far
He looked at her before he fell asleep
And smiled for he’d forgotten how to weep
He felt a stirring there beside his bed
A presence seemed to hover near his head
He looked upon his statue now in flesh
Her body like a breeze was young and fresh
She pressed her lips so gently over his
“I need to tell you, love, listen to this
I was discarded, battered, wounded sore
I chose to be a part of life no more
You saw in me my hidden beauty fine
Your wish has reached the heart of the Divine
I stand before you, answer to your prayer
Sent to give you love and tend’rest care.”
She kissed his lips, and veiled him in her hair
His tears she wiped, this answer to his prayer
With him she lay, her breast his pillow sweet
The richest fare of sandalwood, his treat
What else transpires is curtained from our sight
Burning sandalwood…..scents the glowing night
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Categories:
transpires, fantasy,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
When dusk arrives each night, I shall whisper sweet nothings,
when the door closes I shall tenderly show passion-
We know that love is not material items or diamond rings,
but a wholeness filled with adoration and compassion.
I shall kiss you gently as the ivory dove sweetly sings,
for a merciful and kind life your heart brings.
All noise shall go away, and I shall comfort with ease,
when darkness hovers I shall reveal my desires-
A hush here and there and then your pain will cease,
as the beauty of our great love tenderly transpires.
We shall walk hand and hand in the crisp morn’ breeze,
and together see the hope and faith no one else sees.
Soft and kind we shall defeat all who try to steal
our joy and happiness when we are together-
For you have given me devotion, my heart you did heal,
and we shall walk a path of love forever and ever.
When we said our wedding vows we made a deal,
that until eternity ends, this love we shall feel.
Sweet nothings I shall whisper to you each night,
and we shall begin anew the very next day-
With you by my side I shall always see the light,
and write rhymes of fondness sometimes I can’t say.
When I am blinded by pain, you are my sight,
sweet nothings I shall whisper to you each night.
November 16, 2017
Categories:
transpires, joy, love,
Form:
Rhyme
When symphonic waves crash on soundless shores,
Listen to the cadence of silent seas,
He's a virtuoso of voiceless woes,
orchestrating pre-written faith, at ease.
For every tainted tide, transpires a tune,
If you lend your ear to the unsung sighs,
perhaps sonorous currents too would croon,
amidst ringing reasons that fall and rise.
There's a fine song for every shipwrecked heart,
entrenched in rhymes from the soul of sand dunes.
Healing comes through searing sirens as art,
rhapsodizing themes of roaring runes.
As waters whistle, hushed air ricochets,
resonating the melody of a dulcet dove,
breeze beneath ripples rewinds and replays,
in divine dialects through language of love.
Whilst chorus of crickets swiftly unfold,
allow nature to compose musings of the ocean.
Words can only whisper deep scars untold,
in poetic crescendo, that translates intense emotions.
Categories:
transpires, deep, emotions, feelings, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
I made coffee and had a fire
Warming this cool October morn
Come close let us fill heart's desire
I made coffee and had a fire
In warm sunlight amour transpires
Our rekindled spark of love born
I made coffee and had a fire
Warming this cool October morn
Categories:
transpires, love,
Form:
Triolet
The frost like manna fell and fled
And after it so much was dead
Brown and shriveled the garden bed
We will increase price: all they said
But I saw the crumbling paradigm here
The crutched economy, the drizzling fear
And natures omen so dusty white
The trembling truth in open sight
Be not so stark the paupers scold
Lie to us too, defy the cold
We have country, let us be hold
Though from pole to pole thunders roll
My faith is in God, not what transpires here
The coming kingdom and its Christ now draws near
From flood to famine I see all
Earth's demise and the human gall.
Categories:
transpires, time, visionary
Form:
Verse
When hard rain falls, I am grateful for a shelter
When deceit shows its face, I aim for a strike
When darkness takes over light, I wish for an early dawn
When greed forces its ways, I pray for redemption
When suffering transpires, I strive to understand
When the sun shines, it’s one blessing down
When virtues prevail, renewal comes closer
When domestic bliss defeats hardship, the dearest befit the nearest
When the weak are protected, the strong perform their duty
When change reveals its dignity, pride becomes virtue
When I am grateful for a shelter, I start counting my blessings
When I aim for a strike, I ensure renewal is the reason
When I wish for an early dawn, it’s for my dearest to be my nearest
When I pray for redemption, I make my strength be my duty
When I strive to understand, I make this virtue my pride.
Categories:
transpires, allegory, appreciation, blessing, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
From crumpled and wrinkled to blinded and half dead
Howling and regretting; on the decisions not taken- thinking
Why I choose to transcend?
In desire, I roam the world like wind; and become static
To be the consumer of depths of destiny, of fate and love;
How could I forget to get directions for my passion?
I lost my way and become one with trash of the world
I see my extinction, my expiration, my death, my doom
I burned; I turned and transcend myself to bits and bits
Why I choose to transcend?
And realization transpires but seems too late- now
Nothing to fix and nothing to stitch- REPENT
Categories:
transpires, change, me, sad,
Form:
Free verse
Tis cold this night so love clear starry sky behold rainbow around moon above so bold The walk in snow tis bright no path not yet we talk frosty vapors intwine in flight then caught The fire from hill come sleighs children bound to conspire the mood now dire first kiss to weigh transpires
Categories:
transpires, adventure, childhood, children, first
Form:
Cinquain
PLIGHTS FOUGHT TOMORROW KNOWN
WRITTEN FOR DR. MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR. HOLIDAY 2016 (Versified!)
As days transpires, better we focus.
As life transgress, better our voice.
A walk, a talk, a political aspect of religion and righteousness.
Via the Founding Fathers we separated church and state.
Socio-political and socio-religious are the floodgates.
As we remember, tears may drop,
Is it the strength we possess that ruminates us?
We overcame our struggles and we are abreast to our accomplishments.
We are the United States of North America.3
Analysis of our external environment let us know
that we are a strong workforce.
That we are no more separated by the color of our skin.
That our unity is our identity of different nations of human beings.
That our mien is our self-image of economy –
the” big picture” of demeanor.
When we falter, we recoup.
We do not assume we will fall from what others do.
We are the people of our regions that are vast and wide.
We are negotiators of our lives.2
As we celebrate today in our mind-sets,
we know what may overwhelm us.
This could be how far we have come.
Or, it could be how far we will continue to go -
to climb the mountains that we must peak -
to deplete human suffering from the illness we perceive.
That is what is known and all the possibilities.
We have witnessed many tragedies from the
time of formation to present day.
But oh, we can find glory just as well in our beliefs,
creeds, and unity.1
Envois is this discourse.
Pro-activism edifice verbalized.
But to no idiom this loll.
We are all part of the same universe.
Each has his or her role to play.
All are formidable when the goal is stated.
May one be easier than the other?
May we strive to be a part of the same country?
Where we are awe-inspiring but together.
That is on the same page.
Where our lives are the similarity, and the same is our home front.
This is right outside our front door.4
The plight is fought and tomorrow is known!5
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Written January 16, 2016!
Categories:
transpires, appreciation, change, conflict, culture,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Lest I Should Falter
I sit and watch as clouds gather above
huddled under my umbrella, singing along
to pitter-patter droplets destitute of
emotional mourning, or yearning, or love
befitting the day; our emotionless song.
But billowy winds stir up in the trees
which howl in despair and fright
and cast off their crowns, but bend not their knees
nor surrender their will to the relentless breeze
befitting the day, and our dreadful plight.
Some days all of Earth refuses the sun
pulls up the blanket and hopes to drown
but that which transpires will not be undone --
Salute! Salute! Then wish it away, or fight it, or try to run
but I’ll sit it out, as numb as the rain falling down.
For this is the beauty of nature and rain,
the inspiring fight of the sentinel trees
which never surrender, nor bow to the pain
which fight through the gales and refuse to wane
for other days come, brighter and warmer than these.
9/18/16
Categories:
transpires, addiction, anxiety, death, depression,
Form:
Rhyme
I
First period each morning she meets their languid sighs
Their low moaning at new tasks to be undertaken
She must be upbeat, no matter her personal woes,
In her crisp, clean dress and comfortable walking shoes
She steps briskly around the room with encouraging
Words, smiles for the underprivileged girl so needy
A hint of special affection for a wayward lad
A hard taskmaster some former students have averred
True, indeed, she has high expectations, she demands
The highest quality of work from her young charges
Same she always brings to her overcrowded classroom
Where she allows no insult or bullying others.
II
She faces some difficult parents who seldom know
What transpires in the average classroom teachers' day
Threatening, browbeating, and some will even threaten
Throwing up angry hands in defeat, she never does.
She does what is necessary to help them succeed
Her main objective is moving her students forward.
III
Planning and improvising, then she will implement
She will go home to care for her waiting family--
Convincing, she will console, and likely she transports
She will cook, do cleaning, shopping, sometimes pays the bills
After the family is settled down, she begins
Her preparations for the next day in her classroom
And, a teacher does all of this on the lower end
Of the pay scale in most every school district I know.
Categories:
transpires, class, education, school, teacher,
Form:
Ode
Constance-Rambling Poet For Contest: Among The dead
By John Moses Freeman
~It is said of Raven the dead are fed…
she walks in death’s broad ways among the tombs…
in the valley of the shadow of death…
she speaks, they comprehend her bequeath!
~But death’s Lord be also Lord of life…
his paradox thus be life and death…
death having become mercy, where is thy sting…
what of illusions but life vesting death's fling!
~Souls treading in death’s dark and shadowed valley…
having become wise as the serpent’s part…
making straight and narrow the crooked place…
lift up serpent's cure on a pole for a space!
~Adamant be the particles of light’s truth…
adapted to dark illusions of scheme…
until their serpent's darkness be filled…
judgment fulfilled beseeches grave's cruel seal!
~Raven darkness be sister of the graves…
her serpent divided her from light…
in darkness she proves the plight…
for darkness comprehends not truth’s light!
~Adamant love betwixt is a fulcrum’s glue…
transpires chaos to order as one truth…
thus the shadowed sister of darkness plight…
is approved of elect lady’s light!
~ Thus in the very essence of Raven...
truth of her life destiny is engraved in...Selah!
By John Moses Freeman
For Contest: Among The dead
In Honor of Constance-Rambling Poet
Categories:
transpires, allegorylife, sister, dark, dark,
Form:
Didactic
My Cousin Chaos
What cousin incest I am my own chaos
too much unpredictable prediction not to be cosmic
comical maybe the anarchy the drive for comprehension
and so much honest serious hilarious enjoyment
I am related to myself brother in arms mind and legs
on the journey to what where and because of
which fallacious fragmentation reconstructed
polar posited complementing contradictions
She or he who searches seeks the clown jester uncertain certainty
father mother sibling offspring un-othering completion
takes domination pseudo-science’s conjectures
concatenating refutations of the blinding path and vision
The butterfly who flaps the wings the roots to fly
propels the grounded theories of places times
in foresight hindsight blind-sight sentinel sensation
full of telling meaning narrative enlivened imperceptibility
Embraces cuddles rejects rejection rediscovers lost
and lonely loving horizontal longitude the lateral
collateral imprisonment of iron cages rational irrational
emotional confinement liberation freedom from and of
Enshrines in effervescent transcendental condensation
of what perspires inspires transpires in the illuminated
darkness boxes ignorant lamenting shallow high rise entities
makes love to sensual cognition consensual chaos
Or is it co-sin cuisine havoc’s Karma dishy chaperone
and chastised illusion disordered fusion fission
elemental monument harmonious disintegration musky
tall minuscule order rising falling standing firm
When thereafter now again before and yet again I loose
the plotting pot containing potty madness sane insanity
I ask my cousin and the loopy loops and square shaped circles
question the Universe that stays aloof precise and altogether mine
02nd June
Categories:
transpires, cinderella, farewell, firework, halloween,
Form:
Free verse
Eyes like silver beams
Emanate a full moon
Moonlight my dreams
Be my event horizon
Invade my dark room
Filter through secret’s curtain
Soak the sky
In a rain of tears
Heard a painful cry
Echoed a thousand light years
If I’m the reason why
I don’t deserve to know your fears
Chorus
I’m tide to you
You pulsate crashing waves
Rising to stew
Dragon slayer be brave
‘cos when all is through
We’ll savour true love
Engulf my desire
I crave your light
Hell, set me on fire
In my darkest night
On a whim so cavalier
‘cos girl I’m your dark knight
Trapped in your mirror
Captured in your heart
Your love reflects forever
Even if it's broken apart
‘cos to the apple of my eye
Girl you’re a shooting dart
Chorus
I’m tide to you
You pulsate crashing waves
Rising to stew
Dragon slayer be brave
‘cos when all is through
We’ll savour true love
Minds blown to the ceiling
Hearts still on the top floor
Can’t escape this feeling
Lost the key to the door
Seeking a higher healing
On a forbidden carnal shore
Let the moonlight in
Can't escape your glow
Love's fused in between
The open hands we show
Smoke the silver screen
To the stars above we go
Chorus
I’m tide to you
You pulsate crashing waves
Rising to stew
Dragon slayer be brave
‘cos when all is through
We’ll savour true love
Thabang Jan Ngoma
28-07-2015
“Taste desire
Burns within
Takes me higher
Spread my wings
Day transpires
Where I've been”
Prime Circle’s – Let The Night In
Sponsor: Silent One
Contest Name: Music to my ears poetry contest
Categories:
transpires, love, romantic,
Form:
Lyric
A Day by the River
Sailing the high sea on the river,
Sinking while staying afloat,
Think I’m in danger of drowning,
Where would I find me a boat?
Nice here down by the river,
Floods caused the bed to dry up.
Eat Treacle & Anchovy sandwich,
Drink tea, from a broken egg cup.
Urchins who live near the river,
Fish for Sea Bass, using a kettle.
They may have caught a young Cray,
To bake it with seaweed and nettle.
Fairies with wings by the river,
Nibble mushroom with Ginger beer.
This is not typical fairy behavior,
High spirited, they wish me good cheer.
Skim pebbles across the dry river,
Seagulls fire shots to my nose.
Call a Mute Swan, but get no answer,
Damn duck, pecked off my clothes.
Very dark now, here by the river,
The sunshine is hot, beating down.
I’m walking right into the water,
An inconvenient way back to town.
Time’s come, to leave here the river,
Attacked by a shark on the shore.
It came for the barbecue party,
But prefer my leg that it tore.
When I wake up, I’m not by the river,
My pyjamas are soaked toe to head.
It transpires, I’m not by the river,
But dreaming, and just wet the bed.
Categories:
transpires, boat, day, dream, imagery,
Form:
Rhyme