Best Unfailingly Poems
Despite the black, the birds begin
To call the light unto the day,
Persistent songs remind the Sun
To send the stars upon their way.
There's hope in this which I admire:
The birds trust what they're yet to see,
I know I trust you just the same,
And always will, unfailingly.
Animals animals all we are
Have come from the jungle that's oh so far!
Happily happily we came dancing here
With many lessons that you all have to hear.
I am the ferocious lion king
The song of Valour is what I sing
Never take a step back in times of peril
Be always a man of pride and virile.
I am the mighty elephant here
I do have an empathetic ear
It's always good to stay grounded
Family turns your life fulfilled.
I'm the little squirrel in the burrow
Unfailingly active in every high and low
Vigilance and resilience are my innate traits
Your effort, I say, opens all the gates.
I am the restless naughty monkey
I am ingenious and witty
Fun and mischief are so vital
In a serious lifestyle for a quick revival.
I am the curious cub of the bear
My mom is so strict and fair
She taught me the way to make an owlish choice
And to always listen to the clever mind voice.
Animals animals all we are
Have come from the forest that's oh so far!
Oh dear humans! You're the best of all
Live and let live breaking the wall.
This year is winding down to its end.
Christmas is but two weeks away.
How quickly do the seasons
come and go . . . come and go -
flowing through our world
like flurries of
winter’s new-
fallen
snow.
But
like snow,
which always
unfailingly
melts away, so too
do our memories fade
as seasons become decades
melting into the centuries.
This year soon shall pass; bid it Adieu.
For the Double Nonet Contest of William Kekaula
Syllables checked by HMS
You bring the mail unfailingly
In sun and wind and rain
With cheery smile and bright “Hello"
And "Turned out nice again"
May I suggest a strategy
To brighten all our lives
Bring a million pounds from Ernie
Instead of twenty-fives!!
Death's Messengers
by Rick Rucker
Death's messengers came for me today,
I eluded them, though, I crawled away.
Seeing just the smallest chance,
I sneaked into an ambulance.
I thought that it would surely fail,
That I'd soon be cold, and pale.
Noting that my blood did leak,
My future prospects seemed rather bleak.
One second, an iron horse riding,
And the next, my suit of leather sliding,
Down the road, at times bouncing,
My feeling of luck taking a trouncing.
I couldn't speak, my breath was leaving,
I knew my wife would soon be grieving,
I thought myself quite brave,
But I heard a medic say “Grave,”
Where I knew I soon would be,
On a hill, under a tree,
Thinking about the riding fraternity,
A biker through eternity.
Suddenly I felt a pain,
A searing blue flash went 'cross my brain,
Something just wasn't right,
Don't people say to “Go to the light?”
The only light that I could see,
Was red, and on a CHP,
Cruiser that was straight ahead,
Probably thinking I was dead.
Could it be that I would live?
How much fluid can one give,
And unfailingly survive,
Or , possibly even thrive?
I had to get into a hospital bed,
Before “THEY” knew I wasn't dead!
How fast can a medic go by rights?
Use the siren and the lights!
I wasn't feeling too nice,
But we got there, in a thrice.
Many doctors rushed me in,
Just one pain, from toes to chin.
To ease it, they gave me juice,
Soon, I began to feel quite loose.
Knowing that this dulled pain's talon,
I asked, “Could I take some home, a gallon?”
Seeing me under the weather,
The doctors all gathered together.
Discussing all the effects most tragic,
The witch doctors began to work their magic.
Soon enough, I knew I'd live,
I thought to take the time to give,
To The One that let me stay,
Above the ground another day!
I don't think about it much,
There's little pain to the touch.
The only legacy I carry,
Past cemeteries I do not tarry,
I haul as fast as I can go,
If I go a little too slow,
Death's messengers might see,
The one that got away-that's me!
I built my pillars
My foundations, in sand
Thusly, my confidence suffered
Anon-and-gone, I struggled to fill the boxes
Those blank cubes on the checklist of your needs
Oh, I did it, eventually, only to hear your recreant farewell
I once thought I was not worthy of your love
For I am a bumbling fool at so many things in life
Wearing my heart for all to see, (and make assumptions of)
But I am sure to my marrow and coursings
That NO ONE else can EVER love you as completely as I do
As deeply as I do, and as unfailingly true as I do
That is the ONLY thing that can make ANYone
Worthy of your love ...
And deserving of your intents
I didn't see that ... then
YOU didn't see it, and you can't see it now
THAT is what makes you
Unworthy of ME ...
But thanks.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Standard Contest 170 Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
1. "I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it..." E.E. Cummings
You gave to me your heart when we were young.
On stars we danced, and on the moon we swung.
Unfailingly your heart beat just for me.
Rhapsody’s composers of romance were we.
As shadows slink in and sun slides behind the hill,
Tears fall. I loved your heart, and I always will.
I know you.
I've always known you.
You're with me unfailingly.
You go where I go, an endless cycle.
A carousel at a fair, you are.
But you don't play fair.
You are a virus, a cadaverous plaque.
You attach yourself to me and wait until I am alone to slink yourself into my veins.
I live and breathe you, like poisonous gas.
I can feel you in the corner of the dark, blank room.
Waiting for a smile to appear on my face, so you can force it into a frown and paralyze my thoughts.
Hovering, watching, and waiting for me to pour onto the floor, so you can pretend to help pick me back up.
I am suffocating in you.
I can't breathe the clean air I use to breathe anymore
I'm chained to my inevitable grieve, and you have the key.
But I am too weak to fight back to you.
So I will wait until you, my dearest friend, feel like the damage is done.
My friend, Depression.
Let's just sit and touch fingertips!
Warm and ever so lightly, please.
As we face each other on our knees.
Come closer....voyage to me now!
You know you set me all aglow,
With your always lighthouse eyes
And unfailingly, glimmering obsession.
Yes, a plethora of decades have flown!
But, you, my treasure on your knees,
Lifts us up entwined in an enchanted
rhapsody!
Higher than any great, ambrosial tree..
To Arcadia, your ancestral land.
Where peace, the stars and God,
Approves of our everlasting kiss!
5/19/2019
3pm PST
It’s no coincidence that the word God
spelled backwards is a word that we all know
for something by which we are often awed -
a creature, which unfailingly, can show
amazing grace toward any one of us!
Our canine friend does not care how we dress
or if we’re rich or poor. He makes no fuss
when we do not endeavor to impress
the way we do among our human kind!
Love without judgment from this animal
is like that of our Christ, whose love is blind
to flaws and won’t desert us when we fall.
This facet of God’s love is what I see
when my sweet dog’s brown eyes watch over me.
Finally entering this poem i wrote for Deb's contest.
I don't recall the theme being exactly the way it is now described at
the contest page, but I will enter this one anyway, for what it's worth!
God is the cardinal creator
He is the generous giver
He can rise a dead to life, being the grantor
He can create a thing that existed never
He gave what you have
He knows whatever you know
Your deeds drive Him to decide what to give
As you deserve, He does sow
From you, He has nothing to get
He may test you before giving
To test your devotion, test He may set
To adjudge your faith and to ordain your living
Divine dream driven to sacrifice his dearest son
Candid command relates, not to a materialistic thing
One that can’t be a supplant or substitute being beyond season
Rather very well one, from his own being
Being the one and only son,
who was born of the Spirit, by the will of God
for a centenarian father, with a divine reason
as Abraham always adored Allah, for the overall good
Yet his faith on God as the Judge of the universe, was not weaken
Nor he took it as the biggest bitter pill to swallow
His trust over Allah was not shaken
Bewildering but bemused Abraham chose his dream to follow
His wife too accepted the sacrifice, with pleasure
She knows him as a man of noble character and an ‘apostle of Allah’
He was obedient to Allah and upright by nature
He never knows then, he too shall stay in history as messiah
Farewell kiss in the forehead of son, she gave
Son too set forward amusingly unto the altar
Execution was about to happen but Allah intervened to save
To proclaim the faith of Abraham as an ever shining star
This a terrific trial to test the deepness of devotion
Act of Abraham is an exemplary example of selfless surrender
Upholds the unity and understanding of a family, with a mention
Obedience to God opens gates of riches, grace, kindness and wonder!
His firm faith is famed as the holy ‘Muslim festival of sacrifice’
Eid-ul-Adha ever confirms that God unfailingly rewards those who do right
Faithful obedience to God like Hazrat Abraham, is suffice!
Even in dark and dungeon, God shall give you then, hope and sight!!
Above Poem is adapted from the eBook "BIRD OF PARADISE AND OTHER POEMS" by Mr.V.MUTHU MANICKAM. Copyrights reserved.
Mothers, like mine,
the rarest of jewels.
The givers of life;
extending a guiding hand
to their children, leading them
to a beacon of light
when lost in the dark.
They're a constant presence
and support system, rain or shine,
through success or failure.
Mothers, like mine,
unfailingly comforting.
They're always there
to pick up the pieces;
wiping their children's tears
with a comforting smile.
Mothers, like mine,
stalwart pillars
of love and support.
Mothers greet their newborns
with joyous beaming eyes,
loving them prima facie.
Unconditionally, continually,
they love their children
From the cradle to the grave.
Mothers, like mine,
the glue that hold
households together.
Mothers give tender shoulders
to cry on, to lean on.
Possessors of hearts that beat
with patience and understanding
Possessors of arms ever ready
and eager to caress.
Mothers, like mine,
natural-born role models,
teaching their children
right from wrong, showering them
with fruitful advice and life lessons
Mothers, like mine,
fierce protectors; shielding
their children from all shades
of harm, watching them grow
and blossom into adulthood.
Mothers, like mine,
lend their children wings
to soar across troubled seas;
over seemingly insurmountable
obstacles day in, day out.
Rarest of jewels, indeed.
I'll always love and cherish
my mother
Submitted for...
Tribute To Women Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Beata Agustin
Date submitted: 03/26/2022
Date originally written: 04/12/2016
Once the name of *Lord Ram is rammed in your heart
Everything you’ve -fortune, freedom, fullness and fame
To act in the situations of pleasure, pain, loss and gain
And in every walk of life unfailingly you will get alert.
The Ram is a male of the sheep symbolizing sacrifice
Representing protection as he protected the herd
First to be sacrificed, known as Aries in Latin word
Taken from the Old Testament, a symbol for Christ.
Ram-random access memory- rammed in a computer
Used by programs to perform necessary tasks
And equally accessible are all the storage locations.
That allows information to store and access in any order.
To ram is to strike or butt, to drive through or against
Ram your mind into focus when in despair or doubt
To force, to cram, to drive with violence, to thrust
don’t ram this Ram in with foul smocks, socks and shirt.
Ram’s a proper noun, a common noun, verb and adjective
Symbolizing a person like Lord Ram in Hinduism or Christ
A Zodiac sign, with an attribute of a headstrong activist
Forcing an action, ramming foundation, rarely destructive.
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*Lord Ram , the incarnation of one of the Lords, Vishnu of Trinity in Hinduism,
Born as a person in India.
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Third Place win in:
Contest: What’s in a Name sponsored by Linda-Marie, the sweetheart of PS
Dr. Ram Mehta (male)
All the faithful share in understanding
Handing on revealed truth
They have received the anointing of the Eternal Holy Spirit
Who instructs them
And Guides them into all truth
The whole body of the faithful
Cannot err in matters of belief
This characteristic is shown in the supernatural appreciation of faith
(sensus fidei)
The part of the whole people
When from the bishops to the last faithful
They manifest a universal consent in matters of faith
Morals
By the appreciation of the faith
Aroused
Sustained the spirit of truth
The
People of God guided by the sacred teaching authority {(Magisterium)
Receives…
The faith
Once for all delivered to the saints…
The people unfailingly adheres to this faith
Penetrates it more deeply with right judgment
Applies it more fully in daily life
1162015
There is a river just beyond my land’s end.
It meets a deluge of challenges on its way.
It crashes into boulders at a pending bend.
And then it quiets where trout seek their prey.
But the tranquility lasts for only a dozen feet
Then the river drops to gush an angry roar.
Logs from splintered trees it is forced to greet.
Still it continues undeterred, just as before.
It is the victim of trash-disposing folk
Who assault it with refuse of every type.
They care not if they make the river choke
Filling it wantonly with cans, bottles, tripe.
En route to its miles-away destination
It will repeatedly confront obstacles diverse.
Its life’s course is a broken-up narration—
Things that seem bad are likely to get worse.
Thus it is that our own life’s downhill course
Is oft inundated with what the river endures.
For there is in mortality a free-flowing force
That nature and its abuse unfailingly assures.