Best Underlies Poems
A beam of light passed through my eyes
And showed to me a world disguised
So near,yet far,we do not see,
Unless by gift of grace redeemed.
That world is full of peace and calm
Its colors mingle,like a balm.
In such a moment all thought dies,
Revealing Love which underlies.
Colors caress my naked eyes.
Sunlight blesses new designs.
I stand enthralled,and do not wish
For one delight,other than this.
My breath slows down, and filled with joy,
I rove my eyes with bliss to toy.
Everything is just itself.
This is now my living wealth.
Beneath the noise of city traffic,
This mellow joy,love soporific,
This depth and peace, is always near
When we choose Love and turn from fear
Alone; as you lie on your bed
The stars brighten, serene
Such an ecstatically lovely scene
While these visions float in your head
Imagining hues of purple: divisions of colorful red
Teardrop sparks sprinkle the room
All around in sweetness croon
The words unheard, not said.
Beauty beheld in radiant eyes
In you resides the strength of Achilles
Though at war within your smile is silly
All and sundry cries
A child unknown, underlies
This babe: birthed in the lion’s den
Whimpering song of saddened sin
Precious glowing guise.
A moments life on a dealers rate
Mommy’s whoring liquid lance
Living within your secret trance
Ungodly was to procreate
Yet yours is to a tempted fate
To feel, to float, to steal a scream
A life conceived within a dream
With this are you given another date.
Heaven awaits sweet heroin hero
Innocent babe with your precious grin
What you have now is only ten
Seconds counted backwards to zero
Alone to dwell in your place of limbo
A pasture for you, a bed of clouds
One more broken breath allowed
Goodbye sweet heroin hero.
BY: DARREN J McMURRAY
January 21,2008
Learning is listening.
Listening is wanting.
Wanting is longing for capture and holding.
Holding can be understanding, if we are prone to loving.
Loving is everything!
I, I have to start again.
Learning is loving.
Loving is willingness to listen.
Listening is patience to hear.
Hearing allows a conversation.
Conversation means two people are listening.
Does it?
I, I have to start again.
Conversation is dialog.
Dialog is expressing perspective.
Perspective leads to opinion.
Opinion is always relative.
Relative opinions suspend reality.
Reality and relatives are subjective.
It’s too hard to remain relative with relatives,
I, I have to start again.
Relativity is reality.
Reality leads to focus.
Focus underlies understanding.
Understanding is awareness.
Awareness depends on willingness.
Willingness depends on longing.
Longing depends on loving.
Loving is everything!
I, I have to start again….
What seems dull by day
Flashes peril by night
Sparks far away
A trembling fright
The rustling of trees
Noontide's gentle wind
On nighttime's breeze
Nearly do me in
Night's shadow amplifies
What bright days minimize
Pitch-black terror underlies
The scream of the Evil Eye
The gaudy beauty of the villas with
new money blazons on the pediments,
the Moon over the garden, the sea breeze,
orchids in bloom - they're all the elements
of the confusing game to lure me to
a point of no return. The sweetest lies,
the jewelry of tears, big and true
enough to kiss them - that's what underlies
your game of love. Please, add a little more
of candlelights reflected in your eyes,
a nightingale, a bit of the Dalmore*,
a swarm of cupids in the starry skies,
et voilà! Before this little verse
comes to its final stanza, I will bring
at your sweet feet the whole universe
with a tamed star of the engagement ring.
You checkmate me… I hope, my fiancee,
will never know I played at giveaway.
* A brand of whiskey.
07.29.2019
Invitation To Play Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sheri Fresonke Harper
When he came to it, he found nothing but leaves,
for it was not the season for figs. (Matthew 11:13b)
Jesus saw Nathanael coming toward him and said of him,
“Behold, an Israelite indeed, in whom there is no deceit!”
Nathanael said to him, “How do you know me?”
Jesus answered him, “Before Philip called you,
when you were under the fig tree, I saw you.”
(John 1:47-48)
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Two interesting passages, one fairly harsh lesson:
A tree without fruit reveals unbelief.
A fig tree will fruit first, before it leafs out,
so a tree that has leaves should have fruit underneath.
Fruit underlies the outward appearance;
at least that’s the way it is supposed to be.
And how true this is of the human condition:
to say we’re a thing when we’re not is deceit.
When I say what I am, and I am what I say,
then I’m like Nathanael: a man without guile.
When Jesus first saw him there under the fig tree,
He knew he’d bear fruit; about this, no denial.
Our fig leaves conceal us on Facebook and Twitter,
daring the world to see what is behind.
We're fearful our flaws will soon be discovered;
our facade and its shallowness, others will find.
And so we beguile and we weave and deceive;
naked, ashamed, we hide in those leaves,
not trusting the one who tore back the curtain,
purchased us broken, in anguish and grief.
You may not recall, but shortly thereafter,
at this deceit, Jesus levels a curse.
He returns from the temple with his disciples;
the fig tree is withered, unbelief is judged worse.
A blessing is given to those who admit need:
a dwelling place readied, with many a room.
But woe to false pretense and to the deceivers,
whitewashed and empty, alone in their tombs.
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for the This or That, Vol 11 Poetry Contest
sponsored by Edward Ibeh
on the subject of 'Fig Leaf'
written 04/02/2022
They say one only can be wise,
If able to mathematize.
But what really underlies,
Is the failure to alphabetize.
Our numbers are arabicized,
A language to be more precise.
So is everything programmized,
Just language, oversimplified.
So maths freaks, wouldn’t it be wise
To speak in poems, homogenize,
Don’t let us feel lobotomized
Let’s feel the love, romanticize!
***
April 14, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Face
contorted smile
trying to disguise
the pain that underlies
mask
The Dark Obsession - for contest
Horrendous thunderstorm of explosions
Dark clouds of the noxious obsessions....,
that we have more weapons; we fight for a cause
Malefic causes so senseless and baseless...
But paradox is, it appears noble for the offenders
Large-scale indoctrination of the young minds
for violence and ruthless destruction
Obsession of supremacy so dreadfully corrosive
Mad spree to hoard guns and WMDs,
Innocents or criminals, men or animals,
shudder with fear all that has life!
Collossal apocalypse of terror-waves ...
Atrocious erosion of moral and social fabric
Grotesque grimace at the principle of
universal brotherhood that underlies all our
holy scriptures!
Oppressed n' suppressed are the weak n' unequipped
Belligerent, pugnacious mindset mobilisation to bring
vitriolic ripping n' decaying of global peace
Peaceful waters turned filthy black with terror,
boils in the furnace to give to the globe a
shower of hot flowing blood!
Amicable contemplation to assassin this obsession
would bring no wars, no terrorism but peace!
Sustainable peace assured for the eternity!
© Anulaxmi Nayak, 2015
glossary:
WMD- Weapons of Mass Destruction
For contest: The tragedy of black
sponsored by: Bev Smith
Submitted by: Anulaxmi Nayak
Written on: 18th August 2015
Vibrations in matter,
Where emotion underlies,
Particles scatter,
That are invisible to human eyes.
I apologize for the lies, I used for my disguise.
I must learn not to sympathize, but to empathize.
‘Cause my negative actions terrorize the people who I idolize and/or prize.
Therefore, I realize the fact I have to revise, minimize and sterilize my life, because of this, music is my sunrise, but only my passion for music can end my self-destruction or demise.
Therefore I need to rationalize my choices so I don’t get categorized or characterized and criticized for my evil side in which is the side of me I despise.
Therefore I vocalize (sing) and verbalize (rap),
To visualize my arise for being wise in my attack.
To recognize, penalize and exercise the poltergeist
or evil spirit which advertised the sin and lies of rap.
This is my attack, to rise, ‘cause rap today is
built on lies, so utilize your gifts and talents
to surprise, neutralize, baptize and revolutionize
a world of demise and introduce a world of facts.
I don’t wanna dignitize the world of media’s lies.
A true rebel today goes against the norm of the idolize of merchandise.
So be a true rebel and change today’s world of media. Listen to the message ‘cause the truth underlies.
So get this message because it mystifies.
These following I don’t wanna’s are mine and try to see my life through not yours, but my eyes.
1. I don’t wanna be locked up, I just wanna go home.
But I keep on doing wrong, that’s why I sing this song.
2. I don’t wanna cry no more, but I’m so depressed. But I’ve witnessed blood and gore, these feelings I express.
3. I don’t wanna be alone, I just wanna have my own. I will always sing my songs, trying to right my wrongs.
from our inner self what emotions
do we project...
what message do we transcend...
and in return what do we get...
the attraction, that underlies...
unfolding, bitter criticize...
the search obtuse,...the mind trap
set, the capturing methodical...
a surrender, we have settled...
...to all kinds of abuse, vulnerable...
desperate, for love to work,...
this social sense of security,
promised to every boy, every girl...
we read it in books,
it is found in our music,
the luring, of the something
missing, the void for some, love, lust,
for many designed to destroy...
the depth at which we search,
is dangerous, for face value, great
depths lay the siren of hurt...
seek and she will find, to settle is
a love blind, each mistake lays in
wait...only a matter of time...
blame someone else for the
path we tread
we all know self denial...
mixed words
read ...
for our hearts, are delicate,
intricate, driven from deep emotion,
one mistake can confuse,
from a love to mere slave devotion...
...we have to live with what we do,
moreover with what we say...
I made a choice that changed my life...
...the right to love gay...
there was a time when I felt ashamed,
that was due to a few mind setss'...
...I rose above, their bigotry...
their senseless prejudice...
twenty nine years on
my darling partner and I
...most of these others' are separated...
and or divorced...
It is written in the scriptures,
that what we practice is sin,
I rather die true to myself, than die a bigot,
knowing my
inner truth..."this is sin"
The story of seahorses is as enchanting as can be,
they’re a sweet little family living under the sea.
They wear skeletons on the outside for all to see.
One thousand eggs the dear daddy underlies
and gives birth to the babies called tiny “fries”.
A magical creature that changes color to pretend
to blend in with their surroundings for days on end.
Having skin not scales they are fish that transcend.
Seahorses only live under the warm tropical waters,
the proud daddy raises the sweet sons and daughters.
Blessings they bring to all children to love to gaze
in the turquois aquarium as the zookeeper displays.
Only seven miniature ounces a seahorse weighs.
Around the world fifty-four species do appear
and are under threat because of food and souvenirs.
Seahorses adore coral reefs and green seagrass beds
and have no teeth to eat so plankton they’re fed.
Under the ocean they’ve been known turn red
to match the debris found on the shoreline,
then back to yellow and green when they’re fine.
Seahorses are curious creatures so beautiful and slim
and when threatened by others, fast they swim.
They can catch their prey on a capricious whim.
I do think they’re an excellent and marvel creation,
full of dazzling charisma and captivating fascination.
Seahorses Contest
Julia Ward
May 6, 2018
We are eager and much willing
To find progress in forgiving!
Long as we the future living
Reap the fruit of our own digging!
Stop the bloodshed and the killing
Heed the call and hear the feelings
Do not ignore or practice grinning
We are relentless in our bidding
Rugged, aimless not quite sinners
Think of us assumed caregivers
You will serve, worship, deliver
A stern warning for those who quiver
Through the bitter night that's turning
Underlies the rage that won't stop burning
Are the questions of their forming
Huge mistrust and reckless learning
Their wretched thoughts within them roaring
Thickening soup of malice churning
Now light and darkness in them blurring
Starts the signal of societies falling
'Bless the young mind!' said the screams
Touch their skirts and gird their seams
Feel the hems within their jeans
As they bring forth these lofty ideals
Is it wisdom or foolish extremes
They resort to usher in peace
Rip through curtains, burning machines
Find a vaccine, sweep the streets
There seems certainty in the air
Fog of heat and dense dispair
Of the future that lies bare
For all the citizens of this square
Still the rantings would play on
Such as a never ending song
Hope is future, lust is lost
Youth is freedom, wisdom be gone
All dolled up in her Easter dress
She sat quietly watching through the glass
Children with baskets searching around
For the eggs i’d hidden in the grass
Her spirit soared among the clouds
Her smile as bright as her eyes
She lived each day for the moment
Scoffing the reality that underlies
It was shortly after her third birthday
When the devastating news came in
Plagued with a rare form of cancer
Faced with a battle she wouldn’t win
The doctors uncertain of her remaining time
So her quality of life was our goal
Family and friends said nightly prayers
Asking God to watch over her soul
Treatment commenced, but to no avail
My little Glass Princess was slipping away
I wasn’t ready to say good-bye
Not now, tomorrow or any day
I placed my head upon her chest
And held her body tight
I felt a presence and opened my eyes
To a most incredible sight
A bearded man in Holy cloth
Standing beside her bed
He said he’d come another time
Then gently kissed her head
I knew I had witnessed a miracle
I asked the doctor to check her condition
He said “ I have no explanation”
Her cancer has gone into remission
Nineteen years ago she defeated the odds
And this Easter she’ll wear a wedding dress
I have never questioned what happened that day
When Jesus kissed my little Glass Princess