Best Underscored Poems
Under a grin, redirected,
A sniff of grief claws
Through, revealing
A sad blue artery,
A pain 24-7.
Underscored with carefully
Emoted verbs,
And adjectives imbedded with
Mock sincerity,
A simple sentence: a right to be honest.
Beneath the pulse in heartbeats encephalo
A few tearful regrets
Lob empty phrases into
A field with no guilt, washed and dried,
And returned unlabeled.
WHY DO I NEED YOU LORD
Existence framed, for we do ask.
Why do I need you, Lord?
This catacomb. This human mask.
The emptiness is underscored.
You breathed first breath, into my lungs.
Why do I need you, Lord?
And later sent, dove-flaming tongues,
to breathe on me. My spirit soared!
You watched my thoughts. You showed me sin.
Why do I need you, Lord?
You gave me rules so I could win,
by claiming Jesus as my sword.
For you died, and did rise again.
Why do I need you, Lord?
At the right hand of God, You reign.
Our salvation bought by this accord.
When sorrow knocks me to the floor.
Why do I need you, Lord?
For my belief, will make me strong,
whilst tears, at night, can’t be ignored.
For You have made me passionate.
Why do I need you, Lord?
You also are compassionate.
This earthly sorrow thus explored.
Oh Jesus Christ, the lamb of God!
Why do I need you, Lord?
Dear sacrifice! These scars. I’m flawed.
Was doomed, until the lion roared.
And when this earth has passed away.
Why do I need you, Lord?
You will create the new earth’s day.
And this, You are my great reward!
8/22/2017
Kyrielle Form
Contest: James Edward Lee Sr Why Do I Need You Lord
1st Place
The common vulture shows it's greedy face
and that's what our culture must soon erase.
My countrymen, I spy, with quickened pace,
the eagle gives chase, the eagle gives chase.
I don't agree with the socialist thrust
that the government's a god we should trust.
When one has clout, a master plan's a must.
What is fair and just? what is fair and just?
Our Constitution is all but ignored,
and we have all heard the highest court's word.
In the weeks past, both "birds" have underscored -
Your vote is your sword, your vote is your sword.
Wield it with care as a soldier who's deployed
to guard our great nation from being destroyed.
Join her defense, keep freedom's fire employed.
The eagle's not void, the eagle's not void.
slamming the liberal judges, expansive social welfare programs, and
the long term goal of government guaranteed universal medical care rights (that's the vulture)
enjoy the reed
now displayed as a satisfactory deed.
* * * * * *
A Senior Moment - written months ago commemorating
the graduation from a vaunted charter school
in Bend, Oregon of thy lovely youngest,
this papa could not attend -
geographical distance constituting the primary determinant.
* * * * * *
Valedictorian treads across makeshift platform
i.e. most likely auditorium stage marked
by hushed audience inhaling, notating,
and regaling gleeful lightness of buoyant feat
(but me Yeats heavy of heart) feted for 2017 Redmond
Enrichment Academy graduates, who attained,
a milestone vis a vis earning their
high school diploma, and ready to launch
bountiful daunting challenges, yet sure
footed each young gal and/or guy
will exude joy and sorrow upon grasping their
high school diploma aware a sound education
sent each on their own future path
while pomp and circumstances issues forth
by adroit musically talented underclass
* * * * * *
man, which emotional celebrated achievement
evoked by keynote student speaker,
but also underscored via that well worn mortar
board, linkedin, kickstarter, Joyus
tune (composed by Sir Edward Elgar –
subtitled March Number 1) acknowledging
cheers, eliciting grownups immense Kleenex
moistening overpowering quintessentially
simmering ululating wrenching yowling
as tassels flipped (maybe in conjunction with
a non twittering uber bird) to the left side
of the caparisoned newly anointed future
Dharma Bums, professionals and/or trades
persons momentarily stung with sadness
to depart favorite classmates and teachers
who voluntarily cosseted, ferried, and
* * * * * *
capitalone did flickr imperceptibly, kneaded
and leavened LivingSocial, and massaged MineCraft
outlook plenti full confidence, faith, and inherent
lettered oblations serve as snap chatting,
Angrily, rain enfolds the insular rise of lawn undulating.
Anglers dream, envious fishermen, inside looking out urging
apostles, who elope within imaginary onslaughts, hooked unburdening's.
Aloft, thunder encounters lightening's insistent taunt, oracles fearsome uttering's.
And still, each fisherman's innermost summoning orchestrates this untoward
atmospheric downfall, each drop induced, prayerful, outpouring is underscored.
Admittedly many envious housebound inmates seek oceans, lakes, unexplored
although, the earthly torrent interferes pitiless, onerous, rainfall unleashed.
Absent the energizing rays introduced by ordinary sun, undone
are these enigmatic men in rooms, oar less, ship-less, landlubbers unconsoled.
Another day encases them indoors mooning over fish uncontrolled.
A trophy earned, stuffed, indisputably shows offerings untold.
Ah, fishtails energetically rise incensed by objections never unabridged
absent their earnest wives, imagination rolls on winds un-curtailed.
You detached me from your regard.
You devalued me with your unkindness.
Your unapologetic apathy underscored my uselessness.
But, when you told me to get out, you were redundant.
I was already gone.
At the precipice of the universe
Within the hollowed halls of time
I saw before me a quiet, sacred place
Created and ordained, by God Divine.
Hovering over a surreal sanctuary
Witnessed in my dream like state
I watched the slanted, hazy sunlight
Filtering through stain glassed plates.
Before me, a timeless, ancient room
Filled to the brim with endless books
Innumerable volumes, row upon row
Curiosity enticed me to take a look.
I scanned the books, each one unique
Some old and dusty, some fresh and new
Large and small, books arranged by history
Some quite lengthy, some with pages few.
Then I noticed the cover of each book
Unlike titles I had ever seen before
The names of every person ever born
With the days of their life, underscored.
From beginning to end, every day, numbered
And from within, the tale of their lives, written
Every day, each word, thought and deed
All recorded by the hand of God's pen.
I nearly fainted with shock, how could this be?
To view the good and the bad, who could stand?
But the Lord, by His Spirit, reminded me
None could stand, but by the blood of the Lamb.
"...And in Thy book they were all written,
The days that were ordained for me,
When as yet there was not one of them." Psalms 139:16
37 Jesus replied: “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’[a] 38 This is the first and greatest commandment. 39 And the second is like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’[b] 40 All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments.” NIV.
Two Great Commandments
We must praise God with our total being;
With newfound faith in Him are believing;
Yourself forget;
In neighbors let;
Help those in need who will be grieving.
Jim Horn
St. James Episcopal Church
Shallotte, NC
lord 127 End Rhymes
One-syllable rhymes
board
bored
chord
cord
cored
cured
fiord
fjord
floored
ford
gored
gourd
gourde
hoard
hord
horde
lord
moored
oared
pored
poured
roared
scored
shored
snored
soared
stored
sword
toured
ward
warred
whored
Two-syllable rhymes
abhorred
aboard
accord
adored
afford
award
backboard
baseboard
billboard
blackboard
breadboard
broadsword
buckboard
cardboard
chalkboard
chessboard
chipboard
clipboard
concord
contoured
corkboard
dashboard
deplored
discord
duckboard
explored
floorboard
footboard
freeboard
hardboard
headboard
highboard
ignored
implored
inboard
keyboard
landlord
lapboard
moldboard
outboard
outscored
pasteboard
pegboard
prescored
rancored
record
restored
reward
scoreboard
seaboard
shipboard
sideboard
signboard
skateboard
slumlord
soundboard
springboard
surfboard
switchboard
tagboard
toward
uncured
wallboard
warlord
washboard
whipcord
Three-syllable rhymes
aboveboard
centerboard
checkerboard
clavichord
coinsured
fiberboard
fingerboard
harpsichord
mortarboard
notochord
overboard
overlord
paperboard
pinafored
plasterboard
pompadoured
prerecord
reassured
shuffleboard
smorgasbord
stevedored
underscored
unexplored
unrestored
untoward
weatherboard
One day, two days, three days, four.
One month, six months a year or more.
Devastation and destruction the causalities of war.
Not knowing if tomorrow it’s death at your door.
Nobody really knows what each day holds in store.
Sights, sounds and images all burned into my core.
Death doesn’t care if you are rich or poor.
Blood, guts and tears, only so much you can ignore.
I sit and I wonder what is all this for?
Is it all just politics are we all just whores?
Forced to fight a battle, trying to settle a score.
What price must we pay, what price before?
We say enough is enough, the voices scream and roar.
Hearts have been broken, in half they are tore.
Friends, family and loved ones all of which implore.
Bring them home safely; let them walk through my door.
Let not what they are fighting for be underscored.
"In Unison between the Point of Singularity"
Rarely
notes ever compliment
suspended like points in
singularity
opposites eventually attract
silent string theories
suspended in animation
dancing around each other
flirting with the birth
of the concept
of another life
existing in
the mirrored
room of
parallels
The Double Point
a code in trust
where unseen the 5th
unknown elementals meet
The Dance of
minds in bodies -
lost,
when the You is underscored
Where the concept
of Love
touches itself and is lost
without crossing
the warm zone
In Unison
between the
Point of Singularity
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
Yann Tiersen - Porz Goret
https://youtu.be/9z3jCiCrsx0
“Perhaps the string will also touch itself without crossing, like an underlined "U".
This is another kind of singularity.
Unlike the double point, it is not stable,
in the sense that a small push will lift the bottom of the "U" away
from the "underline".”
(String Theory, unstable)
Trust
“To be trusted is a greater compliment than being loved.”
“Trust is the glue of life.
It’s the most essential ingredient in effective communication.
It’s the foundational principle that holds all relationships.”
"The Sprites of fiery Termagants in Flame
Mount up, and take a Salamander's name.
Soft yielding minds to Water glide away,
And sip, with Nymphs, their elemental Tea.
The graver Prude sinks downward to a Gnome,
In search of mischief still on Earth to roam.
The light Coquettes in Sylphs aloft repair,
And sport and flutter in the fields of Air."
(Alexander Pope, the Rape of the Lock, Canto 1)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Singularity_theory
Previous training
Had me mopping
Croutons in the foreground.
I'd always been
Under or back
And loaded with brushes.
Now my "project-defined"
Had purposely left
My "effects-bank"
With no filename.
Since I to
Had nine options
I selected them all.
It gave me the jiffies
In no time at all.
The series selected
Underscored what was
A housed initial setup.
Mirroring errors
Raised my buttons.
So I reverted for
Your convenience
To edit mode
And performed timed
And highlighted
Entries of change.
Blood was shed so we could be free
Little value was placed on us before that
Again and again we were shackled, beaten and killed
Ceaselessly undermined and our lives underscored killed for wanting to be free
Killed for wanting to be free from our oppressors and there oppression.
Led with chains, our freedom shackled, we broke free
Instead of falling, we rose again, fighting for our lives
Vultures who thought on our dead bodies to feed, starved to death
Enlightened, encouraged we rose again a race strong like no other
Silent no more but with one voice speaking, the voice of freedom.
Man of color, strong, muscled and beautiful
Angry but empowered, brave and educated
Taken for granted no more when he arose again
Taking back what was his, what mattered to him and his own
Engraved permanently was desire to succeed and to stay free
Resisting any encroachment to his life Like any other man his blood was just as red.
Greed has to go …
Remove the greed of ownership,
corruption wanting none of it ,
equality for all written on the wall,
no more of greed Tom-Tit,
The powerful rich will be no more,
Corporations underscored, for fraud,
Equal of rights can't be ignored,
no matter what you pitch,
lets make an end of it,
Equality assured,
The one of God's is not accursed,
all roles to be revised, reversed,
like death reclining in the hearse,
wait for the falling sod?
Yer spirit left the bod?
The falling Clods of Earth,
humility is good for soul,
Do good, be nice, feel good and whole,
Return the profit that you stole!
Justice, eternally wants of it,
Don't be a bloody twit,
ole Karma loves his role,
the nasty bloody git.
Don Johnson
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H5_wGLOim-M
On that day my soul grew midstream, midstream;
I threw my Antarctic upon the floor;
They are perfumed from unseen sunken breams;
There Venusian's underscored treasures;
Take all that’s from out my heart does measures;
Oceans surrounding submissive pleasures;
I heard a domestic, marine oiling;
My small mouth bass, I could not awaken;
Seas crave the endogenous, temps boiling;
Sharp tooth sharks swim for fish for the taken;
Darken shadowed waters covered stricken;
Sea starfish broken dead floating silken;
In their stepped a vibratory sea bass;
Shark bate, I crave the saturnine south seas;
An echo from ocean floor hollered back;
above and below ocean mangrove trees;
also threw my whiting on shore of seas;
Was standout, breakout stout watery breeze;
When thinking of underwater ocean
Think seaweed in liquid torrent motion ?
3/30/19
Urban Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sonnet poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
We stand prepared for battle, our pikes thrusted toward the gullets of our adversaries.
Hastily we aim to strike down all we oppose.
Our nemeses match us with a fervor that scorches redder than our own flames of rage.
They perceive us a threat to their very ethos.
Slashing of skin underscored by the glitters discharged from steel upon steel exchanges.
Bodies amass as the carmine blanket flows.
Screeching shrieks heard as each soul withdraws from a once confident swain lay slain.
Mighty steed hooves surge the earthy dough.
All shall be gained or gone astray; for no more shall join the savagery of such hostilities.
Victory will govern the fortune of pitiable foes.
Alas, the moment granted by a lamentable contender that punctured my golden cuirass.
My fortune is not to see what will to follow.