Best Trustees Poems
This world, never ours alone, but shared with other creatures great and small.
The Earth turns and new dawn comes, and will long after we're gone.
A Sandpiper flitted along the shore and told me so.
We must face a truth that we borrowed these days, you and I,
from benefactors and trustees, unborn and untested, yet will be.
I finally understand now, watching the selfless Caracal's practiced smile..
the tawny red bearded lion basks in the same sunshine.
Touch a heart, lift a soul will you? It's not too late.
For I have faith we are mostly good.
Now listen to the song of nature, be kind..
and don't worry about what never would.
Golden soft was the light that swiftly flew,
As whistling rain pelted majestic oaks.
And the soaked birds began to cry for you
As Nature silently wrapped up its cloaks.
Thirsty for coming dawn, so bold and new.
Silver Maples fluttered in the wind,
Where the fast sleeping rabbits hid away
All beautiful, we wish to never end
With brightened colors, every joyful day.
As Nature's beauty flowed out to transcend.
Dappled sunlight flickers in swaying trees
Squirrels forage for their winter food store
Shadows dancing in warm autumnal breeze
The beauty of nature holds me in awe
Man must protect earth; we are its trustees
God blesses us with four seasons each year
Each one brings its own delightful beauty
Gardens grow, pretty flowers soon appear
Bringing joy to our world for all to see
Please cherish the world that we hold so dear
Collaboration by Robert Lindley & Jan Allison
30th November 2014
The arrogance of humanity
Insists some piece of it we own,
But fragile Earth on which we tread,
God gives us only as a loan.
As we impose our footprints here
May lovely blossoms show our path.
No poisons nor impurities.
Just sweet rainwater as Earth's bath.
To generations handed down
As perfect as conceptual plan
In a few years can be badly changed
By the smug insolence of man.
In peaceful equanimity
The flora and the fauna live;
Pleased to be part of greater plan,
Taking no more than what they give.
We humans must accept the blame
For interruptions to the flow.
Our mighty rivers carry forth
Toxins we scatter as we go.
If Earth is to live, we must resolve
To be protectors of her worth.
Gardeners, may our numbers grow
As guardians of our precious Earth.
Resolved are we to preach the word
That Nature has finite supply,
Abandoning guns for trusted hoe
We must go forth and multiply.
In robust numbers we shall march
Against pollution of our land.
Treading lightly as we advance,
Trustees of globe on which we stand.
Though the arrogance of humanity
Insists some part of it we own,
Fragile Earth on which we stand
Is given to us as a loan.
As we impose our footprints here,
May lovely blossoms show our path.
No poisons or impurities,
Just sweet rainwater for her bath.
In robust numbers we shall march
Against pollution of our land,
Treading lightly as we advance,
Trustees of globe on which we stand.
I love the browns in Tahoe’s nature,
I cry from the beauty in each acre ….
I have seen many parts of America,
savored each region’s unique flavor,
yet I am now a mute and awed appraiser.
In Tahoe, nature and enchantment neighbor.
Deep inside me, emotional tribute waves
gather, build and then rise in praise.
I feel the fuel of my soul’s veneration
as it revels in my Father’s creation.
My head and my heart harbor no doubt
that God comes here for any timeouts.
The oldest, tallest and most sturdy trees
are the lakes and mountains strong trustees.
Each flaunts an assured, confident attitude
for they have long lived their attributes.
I watch these trees with my soul’s eyes
as each nestles clouds in lazy, velvet skies.
Trunks reddish to dark brown are superb.
Such huge trees dwarf mankind into a blur.
Ancient brown trunks are divine to behold.
I give thanks man left them undisturbed.
I would love to dwell in this forest’s folds.
A simple cabin would serve my fantasy.
Each day I’d visit a different brown tree,
absorb them one by one, most happily.
November 2, 2016
My wrath, O Allah, I do so swear, is not the aftermath of my bad temper
It’s my long shout of forsaken patriotism
It’s my suffering for the cradle of our fathers
It’s a breath to revivify my slumbering
Countrymen
Who are dying of fears for the sake of peace
Uplifted with peace to be forever ruled by the prince
My wrath is not a desire to take revenge against the Man and his lazy tribe
It’s the unanswered cries of the hiding in the deep forest
It’s the massacre of my brothers before the 1984 slaughtering
It’s the sighs of the lake Wum, the constant rise, cholera
The drought plundering all the crops and the livestock
My wrath is not a contempt of the order and the widely idealized peace
It’s an attempt to restore justice and uproot the prince’s
trustees
It’s an attempt to live by our motto to build peace
in working and loving
It’s an attempt to give birth to Fonlons so as “to share
in moulding what should be”
And not fatally be eaten like prawns, O Shady Eone!
My wrath is patriotism, justice for all, the reversal of the tribe by the Republic
The really emergent republic
In arcade of rigorousness
that brought the use of scrupulousness
walking in the valley of rectitudeness
with a pure mind of purity
which truncate not, witting truthfulness
to a steadfast adherence of walking uprightness
showing the way to an unfailing trustworthiness
in the great mind of Chastity
road to life for righteousness
with moral ethics of great sense
truthful footstep of Kosher dispense
the land that makes a good person’s life easy
the real estate of deed in geniuses
giving the pathway to a man of faithfulness
bringing the concord of a sincere hearts to the apex of wholeness
connecting the plainness and condor in harmony
location where everyone should be and dwell in virtuousness
through the conduit of righteousness
gathering station for the board of trustees
discussing on the role of decency
Watch! insincere hinkers will scorn you because of your uprightness
but be of good cheer in your doings
for the light shatters every plan of the scorners
this is not just word but an homily
that’s what it takes to get to the promise land of trusty
if you are not on the road yet, quickly change your theory
but if you are one the road already
Welcome! to the land of HONESTY
English quintain
I’m leaving, going far away
and when I’m through, I will return.
But meanwhile, mind my vineyard, stay.
I’m staking out a risk to earn;
It is for you, to try and learn.
I lease to you my private land
which I have hedged. I’ve built a tow’r
so you may guard my kingdom grand.
Till I come back, you are in pow'r.
I will come back, an unknown hour.
Time lingers on, I send trustees
to test the fruit; the vintage won.
The tenants stone and wound all three;
more were dispatched , more harm was done.
They’ll show respect, I’ll send my son.
Imprudent keepers of my lease
imagined I was surely dead.
They saw a chance the land to seize.
My heir’s demise they thought ahead
would free the land to tenants’ stead.
This is a story Jesus told
a parabolic sermon heard.
The tenants’ logic had no hold;
God’s kingdom soon would be transferred
from Jew to Gentile. Thoughts are stirred.
written by Reason A. Poteet
first posted at Poetry Soup – 3 Feb 2015
Iambic tetrameter – an English quintain
for Giorgio’s contest: Structured forms-Iambic verse - Recite and analyze a fictional event
inspired by a biblical parable, Mark 12:1-12
Charlie was dead
Charlie was dead: to begin with,
There is no doubt whatever about that.
I leave my residue to Carol for Christmas
and Little Dorrit his faithful Tom Cat.
There’s been hard times here in Bleak House,
Villainy and miserly crime capers,
I spent my fortune in shops of curiosity,
Pickwick wrote of it, in his gossip papers.
You gather here with great expectations,
Of bequeaths, chattels and yield.
But listen well to my loyal Trustees,
Messrs Chuzzlewit and Copperfield.
To that twister and Street Urchin Oliver,
and to show I bear him no grudge,
I do leave a Crown and one Farthing,
and a sixpence to Barnaby Rudge.
To our mutual friends Dombey and Son,
Please accept my cane and fine silk scarf.
May you prosper all the year round,
As comfortable as a Cricket on a hearth.
So, here is my last Will and Testament,
Yes, I’m worthless, so whimper and brood.
Where did it all go, there is no mystery,
Lost at Cards to Nickleby and Drood.
KS 6/11/2017
I am looking for work, I am willing and able;
I can do more than set the kitchen table.
I can cook and I do clean, and I'm very sincere;
I should have been voted mother of the year.
I am honest and charming and full of wit;
On the Board of Trustees is where I'd like to sit.
I am looking for something more than I have;
I am searching for someone who needs me bad.
I'm worth a small fortune to the right buyer;
I've got to be someone you truly desire.
Hopefully this may add fuel to your fire;
Maybe it's you I aim to inspire.
Inheritance
We are guardians of the future are trustees for
posterity though wars galore are our legacy
We leave to our children the genocide in shining armour
destruction that we vowed not to happen again
Its all in the mind and however we feel not involved we
soak up the human condition promote it in our thoughts
At the airport I picked up two of my triplets 23 now and
with one staying behind 23 plus 23 plus 1 = 47
It should have been easy to remember my parking lot number
2 K 47 two kind children and one loved one missing
My age when I met my lover 47 the writers ‘group 47’ maybe
the white death hunger winter in Europe that time
47 days until Christmas and 2 Kinfolk to arrive yet I however
instead chose 2 AK 47’s as my mnemonic automatically
As in 2 angry Kalashnikov guns blazing me back to that dark
gloomy place where my car had been rested for later
What kind of light what remembrance and outlook on life has
been planted like a bomb in my destructive perception
Do I accept when words convoluted connotations sinister
aberrations seep and creep the into the percipience of what I call home
Or must I refuse not to become guilty of killing by proxy
of destroying the heirloom in mind and in spirit
By not standing up to that covert insidious manipulation and
domination taking place in my head I suppose I am guilty as charged
14th November 2016
We are our brother’s keepers
for this duty we came into the world
how else can we thank our Creator;
for the life we never applied for!
The wealth we have with us
natural talents endowed to each one
we use as custodians and trustees
to serve fellow men without bias
Great and wealthy nations of the world
feel one in unity with the impotent
have empathy with the suffering
It’s the best way to be brothers’ keepers
The world we live in is temporary
the wealth we control is temporary
the life we so cherish is temporary
But brotherly life gives permanent bliss
Fruit Fairies
Green luscious trees sway gracefully in breeze
humming song sung by work pollen bees
baby fruits cradled not yet ripen to fall
many are ready but some still too small
Laden with fruit rich, juicy and ripe
natures jewels sparkling delights
oranges, plums, pears, apples galore
once tasted you will always want more
Raspberries, strawberries and currants of blue
beautiful colours all natural and true
blackberries, apricots, gooseberries green
melons and mangoes even tangerines
Lemons so bright bed lights to be seen
fruit fairies dancing among all the green
they are the guardians who nurture them all
working and caring protectors when called
Unicorn sprinkles star dust they apply
diamonds drop dews, rain from the sky
foods for the fruits all natural and clean
no chemicals be used, always grown green
As dusk draws in, their wings tired and slow
fireflies wake lights delicately glows
lay rest their heads on white cotton to sleep
eyes tiredly shut no fairy does peep
Fruit salad, fruit medley bring such harmony
all healthy when eaten moderately
so children when mum and dad say this be true
fruit fairies grew these especially for you
If you hear little laughter or feel tickle of air
know that a fairy is very near
happy, smiling, flying with glee
healthy our children - earth future trustees
29.08.20
Hearts broken, bleeding unkindly deeds
Gothic flighty missions behind enemies
Sand storms ragging beneath sandcastles’
In the sand, star lighted passage rumors a merge
Impossible measures undisclosed
Ventures, seductions lustful curses
Empowered trustees guided missiles
Heavens educed powers, misplaced by earth
Under fire enhancement drooling mode
Entombed rivers blinding earth, chanted measures’
Undisclosed universe, blissful interventions
Dying breeds, savage gardens unfaithful
Nerds, underhanded values
Impossible deeds, declared measures
Empowered sadden weaken’ pleas
Under visions removable passion
Deducted time zones dying thrones
Midnight feeders trashing homes
Written By Anita Everhart
*Image of Opening by Pixabay.
"Never forget: we walk in hell, gazing at flowers." by, Kobayashi Issa
Transcendence
Into the dawn, one yearns to be normal,
A delicate breath of precious life gifts,
Self-assesses to be supernormal,
Advantageous climbing in phasing drifts,
Wonderment spontaneously fulfilled,
At every courtesy occasions shifts,
Illumination caused by the strong-willed,
The paranormal chameleon-like,
Acclimating fluctuations instilled,
Daring-do drives the zest of life to spike,
Charming lust of will justifies presence,
A spirited vigor gauge expose hike,
Purposed free will by our omnipresence,
The exalted one whom I like to share,
Engage a divine measure claimed pleasance,
Parts from creed as an unshackled Voltaire,
Summon the resolved that remain at ease,
Ancestral parlay, wing, and a prayer,
Whispers Roundtable a board of trustees,
Ancient, current, the will, channeling trance,
Fraughts, impediments, subside and appease,
Loves and losses, the eternal perchance,
Defended visions promise days advance.
2022 January 12
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