Best Undoubtedly Poems
I look and ponder, watch you grow in haste
Explore with wonder, new experience taste
No fear encountered as you learn the ropes
Your sails adjusting, full with winds of hope.
But there are moments when the seeds of doubt
Without much warning spread and start to sprout
Then you need guidance, words which shed some light
Advice and promptings which once more excite.
I weigh my options when the waves rise high,
Stay in the background, tactful, on standby,
Not interfering, yet with cautious eye
Give needed help should threats intensify.
I am a lighthouse built on sound terrain
In times of darkness, you won’t call in vain.
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This poem has been published in a PoetrySoup Anthology:
“Radiant Verses” Nov 2024 (print)
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Placed 1st in Contest 540 Hosted by Brian Strand in Jan 2019.
Lighthouse Poetry Contest Sponsored by Eve Roper Placed joint first POTD on 24th Dec 2018 © 22nd December 2018.
Note: This is a poem dear to me, as the title would suggest, so receiving a POTD award undoubtedly brought added satisfaction.
A Look Back at Eighteen Months Here-The Show is Over
When your poems reside in a shoe,
like mine,
pounding the pavement to nowhere.
The onset of blisters isn't imagined.
Those blisters take roots,
hindering your motivation
to move-
and to continue to write.
It hurts.
Seeing those poems take residence
in pity.
Sans the
comfort of
leather and lace,
shine and sole,
all of which would have been nice.
But all my eyes see are my poems,
tucked away in worn loafers,
unpolished,
unnoticed.
Not exactly eye candy.
But eyesores ...judging by the lack of views, here.
And undoubtedly my shoes made of synthetics
and sneakers
to the purveyors of good poetry
and good shoeshine.
I look down for good reason,
defacto
and stigmatized,
no contest wins,
no poems ever in the top 100 (new) list,
no scent of roses (or views),
nothing.
Nothing.
An abyss of sublimity,
save for the white bird
that chirps
to nobodies ears.
To wit.
For he who signs up for this site
got a handful of mixed emotions,
confetti less tomorrows,
a begotten rah, rah,
a ladle of spiel,
poems published ...
and in my case alone footnote
that I was a member
sans the shoe shine.
I really have to admit,
writing here,
eighteen months now,
has taken its toe.
I have no one to blame but myself.
Kind Regards,
connie pachecho
4/26/2018
The proprietor of the show has decided to call it quits, citing mental health issues here. The posse of black bears got to me. The guises, pretense, and hate towards me eroded my spirit. Tell her she can play with my insanity but not my spirit. To my readers, I really appreciate your patronage during this journey here even though the crops are bare and the barn fronts a blank stare.
The cows fight with the pigs, and bacon went to waste. One thing I take is the seed in me to aspire elsewhere, which I've already planted at HP under the name Logan Robertson. Thanks again. Wish everybody the best.
“The eyes of the Lord are in every place, keeping watch
on the evil and the good.” Proverbs 10:3
For those who don’t know or who adamantly
believe God doesn’t exist,
I must say to you most undoubtedly
God’s eyes upon you are fixed.
It’s we who must fix our eyes on the Lord.
For some this is hard, I know,
I hope I can strike within you a chord
as God I will try to show.
God is in nature; He is all around -
on land, in sky and the sea.
He made every creature that can be found,.
but His best were you and me.
For what are we if we have not a soul?
God’s logic to me is clear.
Heart without soul, and man is not whole,
and all souls to God are dear.
God is in good works that good people do
and in good thoughts we think of.
God is in me and God is in you;
especially God is love.
Though God we can’t see, he hears heart-felt prayer.
You may suffer to the grave,
but earth-time is short and the Lord is fair
since all souls God died to save.
Let me tell you a story....
of a little girl who didn't want to be a Princess!!!!
it happened a long time ago, in the life of an adorable girl of seven,
who lived in the busiest humming city, enormously crowded.
a gentle dreamy-eyed girl, who chose secret corners to read,
and play with her cherished dolls' house, which her father built.
as it happened..her father found a job..and it was an idyllic countryside,
excitedly she followed family, felt fortunate to be close to nature.
a fairyland of her dreams, a picturesque hamlet surrounded by lush fields,
lived in a cottage encircled by a gorgeous garden, bird-songs, and swings.
she went to the village-school, which was a mere walking distance,
carrying her backpack, water bottle, and books she needed.
her father was the powerful manager of the local textile mill,
where most of the villagers worked, and earned their living.
all the children glanced at her as if she were a Princess,
but this soft dainty lass craved to be purely one of them.
she noticed...those children were walking barefoot to school,
no backpack, no bottle of water, no shiny expensive clothes.
end of the day, she returned home, and declared to her caring parents,
"I don't need the backpack, bottle for water, or the stylish shoes...
starting from tomorrow, I am going to walk to school barefoot"
her parents were shocked, but didn't disagree with her at all.
from the following day, the warm friendly girl of seven,
felt totally comfortable and undoubtedly right, with her decision.
all children were frolicking with her, no more was she a distant Princess,
she was their delightful friend...sharing the same life they had in the village.
she still remembers those eyes which sparkled with wonder at the way they were accepted,
a lifelong memory was created, the gesture kindled a feeling of oneness.
April 16, 2022
For N - Form Narrative - New - Poetry Contest
Theme:Life
Sponsor: Constance La France
SECOND PLACE
I'm a grit teeth beginner breaking out the cage,
growing strong and fitter with wit coming of age,
squeezing letters out of lemons got me in a rage,
but this bitter will get better and steal the stage.
I'm out to lay a new way suitable to a renegade,
angrily squashing this yellow fruit into lemonade,
using the skin to pave a golden route in the trade,
writes rooted in the age of this transitional upgrade.
No scourge can submerge the courage I preserve under the surface,
that purrs with an urge to hand carve words with power and purpose,
this marvellous occurrence undoubtedly surges to resurface,
and repeatedly emerges delivering perfectly superb verses.
Attempts to pull curtains on my spirit,
only teach knowledge that I inherit,
I react and catch before impact to my merit
and you can't collapse the soul of this poet.
Everyone falls but my core's impenetrable,
and my mental resilience is unbreakable,
they can't remove something unshakeable,
trying is a mistake that'll make you miserable.
I've learnt to benefit from attempted attacks
aimed to prevent the way that I vent and act,
catching the weaponry and adding to my stack,
I've a determination that I'll never let crack.
I'll elevate as I stimulate with flow
and levitate the audience to show,
I'm able to continuously demonstrate
that my work is something to celebrate,
even though my opinion will make them hate.
Coming back is what I do,
don't make me come back for you!
What can I say that I haven’t said before
What can I recite to tell how much more
You mean to my world
How that I’ve never felt this with any other girl
Is it simply that I love you
Is it simply that I need you to
Smile again
Smiles take away all the pain
The hurt
That first time I saw you I knew
That first time I held you my heart flew
To these July 8th cloud nines
And you smell divine
And you make me complete
When your eyes haunt my dreams
And when I hold you it seems
That time stops
And my heart beat drops
To zero and I can’t help feeling lost
In your essence
And your presence in my heart
Clears all the ache and doubt
And sorrow
I’m in love with our every tomorrow
But these words read so inadequate
Our lives spell out fates
Intertwined minds in sync
Praying that I never blink
To never miss these moments
Can’t miss these signs and omens
Our love is written in scribes on walls
In heart caves like hieroglyphs
Sang in ancient songs
And Greek-God myths
Sealed in celestial bonds
You know, it’s written in the stars
Spelled out in cherubic musical bars
Constellations drawn about our post sun-sets
Capricorn and Scorpio met
In heaven’s playground
I would’ve undoubtedly found an angel
But not till I fell
To earth and got tossed about
In life’s stormy surf caught
Chasing colourless rainbows
Praying for suicidal tomorrows
Losing all hope
Teetering on the edge this cliff
Holding onto the frayed end
Of a tattered rope
Not till my life was empty
Not till this life left me broken
Not till my soul was numb
Not till I was sure I’d never find the one
The other half of my poetic soul
Not till I fell upon your splendour
When your smiles did their all to render
Me helpless we would fit no less than that
Perfect sunset on a perfect July 8th
I’d finally be able to feel.
Written: January 29, 2024
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When a hurricane swirled,
and spread its deluge
of dark evil
onto the fresh green land
gloated
western skies reverberated
with joyous tales
trees had fallen!
ace-high trunk is besotted!
hurricane harms tree life
Had the tree fallen?
not in our endless red streams
not while our thorny limbs,
fed the thirsty roots
while roots are still alive
tunneling deep
deep into the land!
When trees rise, branches
flourish green and fresh in the sun
Tree laughing will fade in the light
and birds shall return
Undoubtedly, the birds will return
The birds will return.
Behold the majesty of a tree
a miracle of nature
standing tall and unwavering
in the face of snow, rain,
and all life's challenges
marvel at divine creation
as trees pray with leafy arms
and wear nests akin to jewels
fools may write poems
the sole divine makes such sights
so witness the wonder
that is a tree—a testament,
to the enduring power
of nature and the divine.
I don't want to play anymore,
it's time to put away my mask.
Although people still need to laugh,
I'm no longer up to the task.
My act is no longer funny,
I'm but a relic of the past.
And this performance in whiteface
will undoubtedly be my last.
I find it hard to paint a smile
on top of a permanent frown.
Yet, in costume, I'm expected
to flip every frown upside down.
It's been a lifelong fantasy,
but now I must rethink my dream.
And try my hand at something else,
less emotionally extreme.
When I look into a mirror,
I want to see more than a clown.
And when I can't manage a smile,
it will no longer bring me down.
DECLARATIONS OF A SOCIAL SCIENTIST
Indeed, I am that Poet and know it.
Just in transition to a more enriched poetry form.
I want to talk about life, politics, and religion.
Maybe not simultaneously, but how I am feeling today.
I tell you life isn't a bowl of cherries.
I am not harvesting berries.
I live a vivacious existence.
I nature walk and take beautiful pictures.
I thrive in my leisure time.
Even more so, I work until my mind unwinds.
I am just a thrill seeker but not an extremist.
I am an illustration of well-being.
In fact, I am striving for better physical dexterity.
In all, my body desires more agility.
To eradicate the clumsiness,
My ability to monitor my own quickness is propensity depleted.
My mind, body, and spirit have superseded.
Oh, I am told that it is all right to be big headed.
Of course, gloating is good for your inner being.
Dwindling is not something I will let occur.
I am the booster of morale.
Be assured that I am there for others who seek a physiological mental form.
Do I appear to be titivated?
I am what I have stated.
Doubtlessly, there will be jealousy.
Without doubt, they will envy me.
Undoubtedly, this will not hinder.
I have overcome obstacles since the being of my existence.
Liberated from birth via a nation of government, I am free.
I can wave my hand and be seen.
I can stand up for what is right.
I can ignite the political fire.
I can educate my mind to genius.
I can defeat enmity.
Negativity may come but I disallow it to be a formula.
I am abreast.
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Penned on October 31, 2014!
Sometimes I wish for a king's hearty dish
That I'd eat and could just eat no more.
But, a king's hearty dish is far less than a kiss
And a meal in which love has been poured.
Sometimes I gaze and am truly amazed
At the eagles that soar in the sky,
But, often for me with a sweet melody
I'll be flying right there by there side.
Sometimes I dream of a fresh water stream
And the trout there are three pounds or more,
But, the pond down the road where thoughts often explode,
Undoubtedly holds more in store.
Sometimes I say what a beautiful day.
It'd be nice if we had more of these.
But, the next day it rains and I feel just the same,
For with each day a soul can be pleased.
Sometimes I long to stand up and be strong
For something I truly believe,
But, a strange circumstance will give me a chance,
And I find silence wiser indeed.
Sometimes I think, oh, I'm right on the brink
Of ideas to bring glory to me,
But, the glory's to him and I thank God again,
For He's given me all that I need.
A sigh escapes still, immune to overt silence, unabashed...justified
Another teardrop enters the infinite pool of resilience, uplifting...reinforcing
Another hand empathizes--
touching, impulsively putting one's heart unto wounds, alleviating pain
enfolding memories into paper, ostensibly vigilant
Unborn dreams awaiting fruition.
empty streets, impacted pieces: occupied lives, unwavering spirits
Arighting the entropy--
"Not Impossible!" Heaves Obstacled Nation -- Untiring, Persevering!
A lone emboldened seed is planted, objectifying hope,
ushering life amidst rubble,
engaging tenacity inherently within overburdened, yet undauntable voices
Ardently surging, emerging from insidious waves of chaos,
ultimately touching azure
Time effortlessly moves, insensitive to ordeals
nonetheless, undoubtedly healing...
As wings echo distantly, irradiated winds oscillate
blush unfurling light...
Arise, Sun! Embrace the illuminated blossom. Orbit Love's universe.
0330040203042013
11th March 2011
**It has been two years since Japan encountered
such a devastating triple tragedy
of the earthquake in Tohoku, tsunami and
the Fukushima nuclear plant disaster...
They are still slowly picking up the pieces,
so much needs to be done,
so many are still displaced, uncertain of their futures, of their lives...
hopefully they are not forgotten.
It may take long, long years,
but I honestly believe Japan can rise over this, I honestly hope so.
****Thank you David for this enjoyable challenge.
It has pushed me to approach this topic in a way that
I would have never thought of on my own....
Saddam Hussein has outlived all adjectives,
A demagogue, an anti-Christ, a dictator
Was he the hero larger-than-life images
A tyrant, Baghdad butcher, a monster.
Raising one’s voice against him will result in,
One’s daughter raped before his own eyes
Even they can lead a Kurdish woman
To sell her body to feed her two kids
One leader for heroism lampooned as a clown,
The Second, no doubt, a salesman of used cars.
The third, waging bloody wars, seeks the crown,
Fake cries, political motives, baking their breads
Undoubtedly it is about the politics of oil surely
Man who raised Saddam became a Saddam purely?.
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Third Place winner
Contest: Devil made me do it by Thvia Jetley
I do believe in magic
I so believe in peace
I believe you know undoubtedly
Of beauties and of beasts
The human spirit can withstand
And rise above the shrine
Belittle all you want, my dear
I’ll be the dwarf in time
But I’ll evolve as I hold dear
These sentiments that haunt you
I’ll cherish every single tear
Because you’ve plagued me to
I’ll turn the other rosy cheek
Though undeserved it may be
I will forgive, but won’t forget
The promised growth inspired in me
Further more, I wish to say
Remind me that I’m still alive
Disturb the sleeping monsters
Please provoke me to survive
You compliment this hypocrite
Attention seeking scum
And help stick out the finger
That outranks the sorest thumb
Aum- the sound of universe..
Short summer gave a delicate hue to the enchanting overflowing unborn..
there to my left I saw the horizon clean
and undoubtedly smelled the transparent air
So collected for years..
I saw myself sleeping straight on the waves of the ocean below
And curls running across my flowing hair..
Gripped in the sound of 'Aum',
I felt the softness of the curly bubbles breezing into my quiet skin..
the looseness I saw swinging and swimming all through the ocean and the universe victimized..
Breaking the breath in one jerk,
my conscience revealed the pureness in the pure
and sacrifice pictured,
the white in the bright and
unvoiced, uncorded, unborn witnessed !
Rashmi Pitre (published n copyright work)
Andrea is an ambassador of alluring art
Noble, she is nice and nifty both day or night
Dedicated, dutiful and dogged like a dart
Resourceful, she’s got a mind… real and rapt
Experienced, she’s undoubtedly an exquisite expert
Amiable, her alluring attitude flows from her heart.
Darling, she’s got a friendly figure… not a fart!
Intriguing, her intellectual prowess is intact
Excellent, she is a fountain of love and light
Talented teacher: she instills, inspires and imparts
Realistic, her opinions are … in black and white
Interested in kickboxing, music, aerobics… so smart
Creative: particularly in prose and poetry… I doff my hat
Homely: she is a mother and grandma with a happy heart!
Dedicated to Andrea Dietrich
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