Best Treasuries Poems
On earthen shores are treasures
Of love, of joy, of life
A family's forever bond
The children, Husband, Wife
Treasure troves of memories
Within' these earthen treasuries
The blessed earthly life of years
And yet, can break, and rush to tears
The tears like diamonds fall like the sands
Lift them Father, within Your hands,
The broken hearts in sorrows weep
And in Your love, please. Father, keep
Those washed in tears sweet memories
Flows from earthen treasuries
Comfort the broken, draw close and near
Drying, every diamond tear
Amen
The sea is aglow with her memories
Seaweed meadows of deep cave treasuries
Stories that summon the lost and curious
Legends embossed in silent reveries
She drifts the illumined waves of her home
Wide blue realms in which she may roam
Her spirit alive beyond undersea depths
In echoes of songs over silver - green foam.
What is it - what does the mermaid know?
Beyond the clouds and winds that blow
That she is woman and nature combined
Her secrets sleep in the ocean below.
Rubaiyat
Rubyiat Contest
Sotto Poet
I wrote this one for the contest 'Mermaids'
that I sponsored. The goal was to capture the essence
of a mermaid. There were many wonderful mermaid poems.
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"His whisper awakes the inner soul of peace." Quote by poet
The Autumn breeze slightest breath whisper
Sent a quiver across the countryside and still river.
Rest for a moment feeling the welcoming ambiance
With a calm and perfect graceful nonchalance.
Perching mockingbirds sing pretty charm lullabies;
Their weft threads carry underneath cloudless skies.
Awaking a feeling of unforgotten pleasant memories
Sweet release devouring extraordinary treasuries.
4/23/2023
Writing Challenge - 'W' Words - Poetry Contest 9. whisper
Sponsored by: Constance La France
What is this resplendent thing that sparkles ahead,
Pacing faster than limbs of incapacity
Beyond the all-pervasive dakness of want?
Could my eyes be playing upon me some sly pervasity,
Seeing things untrue, askew and errant?
Or is it a reality that they will be resewn
The torn bonds that linked me to the world of bounty,
Where I may be returning soon?
I've had a glimpse of the future;
What a beautiful and gorgeous sight!
Streams of milk do freely flow,
And pots of honey glitter bright
Against the blinding rays of a rising sun.
This days of plenty seem set in the Promised Land,
For I see the fertile shoots of a germinating future
Guarded by an armed angelic band
Recruited from beyond the azure;
A fulfilment of a trashed prophecy.
And children of fate weakened by ages of plight
There do sing day and night;
Feeble frames malnourished for centuries
Enrich themselves from celestial treasuries,
Where the obedient minions of the sky
Gathered in response to their cry,
While they laboured on the red soils of Egypt
Before God heard their cries and His mercies leapt.
Who else can see this vision
Of relief from pandemics of fate
And the gaping gallows of death?
A time coming when sons of men
Shall storm this ogres den
And avenge the murderous terror
Inflicted upon their long gone kith and kin!
And the forbears long dead,
Shall be awakened by cries of war,
And with might reserved for decades
Shall avenge the pain inflicted before
By their wicked adversaries
Who maim parents and drink the blood
Of their offspring left behind.
Lamentable, the family gathering
on the other side of sunshine,
with possessions no longer bothering,
sans loving cups, draining of wine.
Great-grands, grands, aunts, uncles, cousins and unborn,
one mom, a nephew, memories
their perspectives (only they carry). Torn,
yellowed pages of treasuries.
Climbing steps, silver dollars, and finger gloves,
savory chicken and dumplings,
boat on the lake, seashells on velvet (these loves)
tricks and treats, some were just ducklings.
Soft hands, warmer heart; silver in corner chair;
the teaser (he died way too young)
To each I lift my thoughts - they are laid bare.
Kindly, ancestors, I’m among.
All, go the byway, to our destination.
What will our progeny recall?
What bouquet of ours sets forth sensation?
Together we’ll be, blessings fall.
Lacrimal vessels are filled - our love, fearsome.
Eyes salty and brightened.
Peace comes after tears, reveling in wisdom.
Capacity to care, heightened.
| I Dream Poetry in Darkness and Light |
Unbroken, my light rises like deep alluvion of sweet rivulets,
Craving passions and tragedies like written poetries of Juliet.
In softly spoken words I quell, of streamed sheen of sunbeams and spells.
Where worlds of fallen reality and fantasy live in parallel.
Playing with dreams and it's ruinous luminosity,
Through my skin, I feel its pale softness glow.
For, my ferocious heart beats for disaster and catastrophe.
Between the beginning of dawn and it's closing dusk evenings.
Reaching with ardor towards it's warmth,
The bitter transparent wind on my lips, I kiss.
Nevertheless, the dark reminds to hide all my mess.
But, this febricity itch with within my hidden fears,
Recoils and quivers like a mournful Mimosa.
Hiding under midnight treacherous treasuries but, I falter closer.
Let me lay in darkness; between these verses.
Let all hatred consume me with unbearable curses.
Let me die within these spiralling pages and vortex verses.
But, the scintillant light lends it's chi,
reminding my lungs; inhale deep; exhale free,
Like a pretentious vapour; I keep climbing.
My senses swell; atmospheric rising with spring tides fluorescent rhymings.
I move through like osmotic whispers; jolting with winged feathers of sweetened writings.
Because, I dream poetry in darkness and light.
And mourn with unspoken words; simultaneously, day and night.
Wars round the corner,
wars at every bend
Could it be that all this
warring would never
ever end?
Why can't we borrow
love and peace too learn
to lend?
For peaceloving persons
wars are hard to
comprehend
But in which blessed
century will the world
it's ways amend?
Why not be all sincere
when peace we readily
send?
To our lives defend why
do we opt to offend?
Why can't we all as
Adam's progeny simply
unite and blend?
The world's tearing
apart, which saviour's
gonna mend?
When the scissors of
tyranny all peace efforts
ruthlessly rend!
When will all the saviours
from heavenly heaven
descend?
So we watch and hear all
war cries unto thin air
ascend!
When peace be the only
choice, the only probable
trend!
Ah instead of fending
off war drums why
peace plans off we
fend?
Why peace so
complicated and double
standards at every
bend?
Will all state treasuries on
aggression alone their
budgets spend?
Why can't every foe we
know turn into a caring
friend?
So we're stalked by
friendship
and ambushed by love
godsend!
A world where warlords
and war heroes become
zeroes
who in the first place did
offend.
With peace may no
nation merely play and
pretend!
THE RED/BLACK ROSE
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If I a placid pond sit
Still my shallow grounds
Engulfed within the woods
Submerged and bound
Arrayed with ruby rings
Robed in brunette pearls
What jewel would justly paint
With brush my clearest tint
Wouldst any drown the drink
The tongue calls a quench
Cool and clear as white
Atop the moonlit sky
Or wouldst the treasuries' trees
Reveal arising clips depicting
Darkened depths entrenched
In deep demise
Doth God's glory glide
The ornamented floor
Moving mortal millions
To probe, dip, and dive
Beneath the brittle creek
In buried ocean mines
To touch and taste, then tell
Of seas the sands confine
If raids of floral floods
Could frame the fluid's face
As angels frame the figure
Of heaven's sovereign God
Then pluck the petaled stem
The prototyped rendition
Of red/darkened rose
Which colors my condition
~Poetra Jah~
The world await to see my bride
The wait is over
To my family, friends, colleagues and the entire universe
I present to you… the mother of my children
The beauty that defined beautiful
She is the character that characterized the true womanhood
Her lifestyle set limitation for satanic operation within and outside her jurisdiction
She is the bridge that connect me to God and humanity
She is my queen coz she rule my kingdom
I call her my crown coz she crowned my royalty
She is rapturous, ecstatic… in her presence sorrow melt like wax
I call her miss independent coz she is dependable
She is my gold coz her beauty never fades
I call her treasure coz all the treasuries for a best life exist in her
She is my epitome of a true bride
Her physical physique is flawless
She is perfectly short and gorgeously tall
Her front view is impeccable and her back side is without glitch
Her point nose sat between her dove eyes
Her lips is impeccably shape like palm wine cup that invite everyone for a taste
Her complexion oppose my dark complexion
Thou are fair oh! My lady
Words are feeble to express her beauty
She is my epitome of a true bride
She is the native of south
Her tongue justified her nativity
The place where young women are prepared for life
House chores is her hobby
The meal from her magic room satisfies my soul and nourishes my body
She is from a place where husband enjoys royalty
Respect, humility, care, submission and above all unconditional love is written in their play book
The place where infidelity is a sacrilegious and it never an option, hence Endurance and hope for a better home overruled the option of divorce
Her home land is an epitome of where a true bride should originate
My bride very soon the traditional rite shall be fulfilled
Two different cultures shall be unified as Christ and church
Our languages shall be unified as understand and love
Our families shall be unifies as one
Altar is calling at the penultimate month
This is my transition to manhood.
Lost in myself... feeling quite hopeless
Silently you begged... to be noticed
Emotions exhausted... spirits drained
Histories of abuse, hidden scars... pain
Fate... a reincarnation movie on
Hope... all window screens gone
Searching your eyes... I wondered
Looking for signs... I pondered
Who... in my protected treasuries
Loved ones... in my hearts’ memories
Fate or hope... you caught my attention
Immediately... we made a connection
Two of a kind... both full of doubt
I took you in... you brought me out
Battle of demons... never ending
Changes needed... a new beginning
How could we know what to expect?
Silently willing to respect and protect
You had to have my hand on your side
I couldn’t sleep 'til I heard you sigh
I miss your gentle Great Dane manners
Together we discovered what really matters
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Sensory reveries float feathery,
Softly, through my summary treasuries.
There are flashes, small splashes
that wander in random dashes
between my head and heart.
Some precious memory stashes
often break dark and apart.
I will feed on photo books
hoping repair requires but a look.
It often ends with me shook
by a bittersweet sharp dart
and the smart of its hook.
As I age, I feel little doubt
time neither shouts or pouts,
but sprouts all feelings once jolly
to cultivate seeds of melancholy.
Splendiferous in all her ways, Summer
Utilizes every color, every scent, in mesmerizing beauty,
Melting light into shadow, blending skillfully her arts,
Magnanimously giving us treasuries of memories.
Excellence her standard, her table bountifully spread,
Replete refreshments for the body, mind, and soul.
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, September 29, 2014
Give me wings ,I want to fly!
Want to live, before I die.
The vast green field summons me,
My soul wants to fly, there I want to be.
These mundane clutches are dragging me down
And the free spirit gives it a frown.
The lush green fields drive me crazy
Oh God! I’m so busy.
My soul leaps to the childhood memories,
I really repent to be grown up, losing those treasuries.
Early morning bruised knees, in the cycle ride,
Were the hard earned scars of pride.
Gully cricket matches, every kid a born cricketer,
Broken walls were witness of the meaningless chatter.
Scorching sun of Indian summers, seemed cooler
Each friend were each one’s solicitor.
I wish we had an option of ‘retreat’
Re-visiting the childhood would have been the greatest feast.
When the bleeding wound was the greatest injury,
Now millions of bank balance, still the heart is in penury!
Hiding a broken glass from Maa was the greatest secret,
Losing that innocence is the life’s greatest regret.
Lush green fields of the childhood days,
When mystery was the refraction of the sun rays!
Give me the wings to fly,
Because, once more I want to live, before, I die.
When Whip-Poor-Wills call evening is nigh
My reflections turn to good memories.
And you still choose me_ the apple of your eye
To be your love even though soon we will die
Come let abiding love fill our treasuries.
When Whip-Poor-Wills call evening is nigh
Many men run saying their last good-bye
Leaving the love of their youth with emery.
And you still choose me _ the apple of your eye
To be your love, even when life goes awry.
This last of life we're on our journey.
When Whip-Poor-Wills call evening is nigh
I want to rush to you my ally
Where once again recharging energy.
And you still choose me_ the apple of your eye
Even though old, gray, aging_apron strings untie
Like years ago when youthful~twenty
When Whip-Poor-Wills call evening is nigh
And you still choose me_ the apple of your eye
Inspired by: Gail Angel Doyle
Contest: Reflections Of You
Finis'
Written May 10, 2013
Under thee lids there sleeps the truth
now I see a climate change occur
Where twisted merchants betray God
Selling false faces denies the sixth promoting killing
along with a few other numbers written on stone
corrupt unholy the governments of countries have become
Stealing has become normal justice lies spill
from snakes without a backbone the whole system has become infested
so many rats eating from our treasuries hounds taking their pounds of flesh
From elderly to the poor they are each branded to turn eyes
around facts where chains have been applied as we all become beggars
and all we ever hear about is misery and war