Best Ubiquitous Poems
From
scented
wildflowers
to falling snow
or a twinkling star;
Nature's ubiquitous.
She's an interactive
all-encompassing
omnipresence;
the tactile
face of
God.
An old boardwalk on the beach
offers a sensory treat,
early on a Summer's morn.
And Nature's artistic brush
encapsulates this hallmark
moment: where beauty excels.
Pastel panels of color,
like cobbled bricks of sunlight
ink the boards, in abstract art.
Orange and blue commingle:
as a mix of sun and sea
collaborate on each hue.
And familiarity,
warrants a much closer look:
drawing you into the scene.
Canopies of skittish leaves
cast fickle freckles of shade:
between beams of dancing light.
Nostalgia finds pleasantries
that you thought long forgotten:
restoring their enchantment.
And placidity's achieved:
amidst ubiquitous smiles
and sounds of children's laughter.
A molten moon marks the end of the day,
while a spectacular scarlet sun sets.
And as scant sunlight slowly slips away,
subsequent shadows, swallow silhouettes.
Brisk breezes blow, swaying the tallest trees;
their gilded beauty, bestowed by moonlight.
And as Luna's golden glow gilds the leaves,
green, conceals itself in the dark of Night.
As twilight triggers flickering fireflies:
innumerable twinkling stars; blink back.
And while ebony engulfs seamless skies;
descending darkness dyes dusk, inky black.
Somber, sullied shades, saturate the Night,
encompassing every ebony crease.
And though brazen birds balk; dusk dims the light,
till ubiquitous utterances cease.
a false man, a true man
a crooked man's strife
a litany of sins, as long as his life
a young man, an old man
a man for all times
a scale that will measure much more than his crimes
a thin man, a fat man
a man as he's made
a price not to bargain, but simply be paid
a cold man, a warm man
a gentle man's fate
a changing for better, before it's too late
a strong man, a weak man
a just man at last
a chance now to live life, not ruing the past
a live man, a dead man
a peaceful man rests
a time to reflect on his worsts and his bests
a rare man, a common man
ubiquitous man
a time to come home now, to where he began
Vibrations in matter,
Where emotion underlies,
Particles scatter,
That are invisible to human eyes.
Nobody would understand even if I tell them
Nobody would visualize even if I show them
They won’t listen, they won’t dare
Because their hearts are locked
They will never console mine
Where cold he be?
That someone who could give me an ubiquitous love
Will he also love me
Just as much as I live him
Even if I haven’t seen him yet.
I want somebody to understand even if I won’t speak
Somebody who would visualize even if I won’t move
He would listen, I’m sure he would
Because his heart is open
He will always console mine
This is where I want him to be
He is someone who o gave me the ubiquitous love
I know he loves me
Just as much as I love him
Cause now I found the ubiquitous love
Privacy's a luxury of the past;
ubiquitous cell phones took it away,
it was far too fragile ever to last.
We record everything the neighbors say,
though we once spoke civilly face-to-face;
ubiquitous cell phones took that away.
The internet is a chaotic place
where likes are competing to be your friend;
though we once spoke civilly face-to-face.
People shun reality, for pretend:
life morphs into fantasy on the net,
where trolls and bullies feel free to offend.
A.I. poses an even greater threat,
humanity's cloth begins to unweave;
life morphs into fantasy on the net.
In the internet world of make-believe,
privacy's a luxury of the past.
Humanity's cloth begins to unweave;
it was far too fragile ever to last.
What happens
when a heart breaks
inside?
Perhaps, because its
internal
it's easier to hide?
But maybe it grows
sores
and oozes puss
that seeps
through pores
and leaves residue
and stains
like fingerprints
on windowpanes.
Or it might fracture
and break
and cracks form from
the anger and hate
of Love unrequited
and desire unreturned
and passion offered but
spurned.
But then again...
it might
decompose.
The rotting flesh
attracting crows
who scavenge and pick
at the bloodied mass
through open chest
until at last
the heart does rest--
and stop.
King of Labangru sent me a gift
My ubiquitous wife was so swift
She neared me and said “Ho”
God bless me!! I quipped “No”
Oh !She got miffed and went to shoplift
MY UBIQUITOUS CELL PHONE
At the turn of the century,
A phone joined my inventory.
It enabled me to talk,
Even while taking a walk.
The model was Panasonic;
It seemed to have a few tricks.
It was quite heavy yet small;
It cost a lot to make a call.
Over the years it evolved,
And many a problem it solved.
It helped to send emails,
And know about Amazon sales.
Google was in my pocket;
I read about wildlife and rockets.
I could even take photographs,
Capture our fun times and laughs.
Finally, the day came;
My number got linked to my name,
My accounts and my Aadhaar card;
Life without it is now hard.
I carry it on my travels,
Unknown routes to unravel.
I need it to chat with my friends,
To learn about latest trends.
My cell phone, my companion,
You are really a champion!
Around us all doth changeth as Autumn slowly tiptoes in
Unbeknown exactly were the squirrels hide their winter nuts
To eat when there is nothing, on winter’s coldest days ahead
Ubiquitous hedgehogs hibernate for winter’s longest sleep
My mind not looking forward to dark and dismal nights ahead
Now Halloween, I'm dressed in weirdest clothes I’ve ever seen
As slowly trees will lose their leaves standing proud and tall
Like skeletons, stand in rain or wind as snowflakes start to fall
Written 26th September 2021
Contest Autumn Acrostic Poetry
Sponsor Caren Krutsinger
The wind is made of haunting souls that
moan and groan in whistles and whispers.
Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes
The wind blows to the south and turns to the north;
round and round it goes, ever returning on its course.
Ecclesiastes 1:6 Bible NIV
UBIQUITOUS
whispers in the wind,
coetaneous reverberation of praise,
undulating with ancient grace -
freshening faces, flaring nostrils,
birthing, resurrecting.
Whispers in the wind
of wildness and winsomeness,
soothing and wicked.
words -
its living embodiment.
whispers in the wind
across deserts and oceans,
through the nations,
speaking to animals and trees,
from
Adam and Eve
to
Generation Alpha.
11/3/2022
Writing Challenge - Unburden a ''U'' Word
Sponsor: Constance La France
ubiquitous - existing or being everywhere at the same time : constantly encountered : WIDESPREAD
coetaneous - of the same antiquity
Generation Alpha - the current generation
Love is a ubiquitous word:
that's lost its oomph along the way.
A colloquialism for, like:
it has become a filler word.
On the Internet and Facebook:
love is a ubiquitous word.
Any attached sentiment slips
into redundancy with use.
It is over-commercialized:
unattached from reality.
Love is a ubiquitous word,
yet time has warped its true meaning.
I want to express my feelings
and tell you what is in my heart.
But how do I voice such thoughts when
love is a ubiquitous word?
I know Death will someday set my soul free:
while the thought of dying overwhelms me.
'Cause there's no guarantee what Death will bring:
the end of life can be a scary thing.
Hate and love exist in the heart of Man,
but we suppress the hate as best we can.
And though youth is easily led astray,
love's ubiquitous, not just a cliché.
We're creatures of love; that's just who we are:
the most intimate emotion by far.
And when life ends, we will extend that love
to reach the spiritual realm above.
Remember, you reap the harvest you sow,
no do-overs when it's your time to go.
It's better to smile than live with regret,
learn to forgive the slights you can't forget.
Heaven and God exist if you believe
that reality and faith interweave.
Sometimes, you need to step outside the box:
A lifetime cannot be measured by clocks.
UBIQUITOUS
how to be present
everywhere
here and there
with serious
significance
never conspicuous
always ubiquitous
to remain meticulous
with the ridiculous
uses of ellipses
lucid liquid
willingness
never conspicuous
always ubiquitous
accidental coincidence
or ripe deliciousness
leave out crude
vindictiveness
never conspicuous
always ubiquitous
beware of permissiveness
aim for distinctiveness
with felicitous
obedience
never conspicuous
always ubiquitous
these are the chains
that tie and bind
the mind of
a poet
© Kim van Breda—21 September 2015