Best Unstinted Poems
Watching a Sunset
Sunset in the sky, in colorful splendor
Sunset of life, a remembrance of blunders
Sunset of love, a matter of dejection
As love once was of unstinted affection.
A play of oranges, golds and reds in sky
As a posse of thoughts are passing me by.
Digressing to dream of a golden mountain
And a falling sun filtering through fountains
I flit back to view the spectacle in the sky
Now, a poetic play of hues as, home, birds fly.
For Skat's contest on 27/6/2013
Categories:
unstinted, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Oh, My Dear Walter, how your words have slayed
Humbled me, broken me, molded, remade
To taste of your world, see above or below it
Wit of a wordsmith, wry pith of a poet
To so construe love without using the phrase
Scrawl the sinew of war, yet delight in the days
To yawp of the grass - journeywork of the stars
Help heal a nation, attend to its scars
Find grace among horrors, sift beauty from death
The soul-pull of tides - briny kiss of their breath
To habit us all ... to the dazzle of light
Celebrate ourselves, bequeath us the night
Ask recurring questions of romance and life
Of presidents, boot soles, and moldering strife
Demons and mockingbirds, Paumanok's dunes
The pale, horrid witness of unstinted moons
'Twas sad-blown, a bugle, convulsed, was a drum
Yet exquisite, the dirge for a soldier and son
The sorrow of clouds in a ravening sky
The weep of a child should the Pleiades die
Knit airy-fresh words, with uncommon phrases
Draw Apollo and Neptune in all of their phases
Be there adoration as hapless as mine
Yet no soul more ardently leveled, supine
No writer has reached deeper into my heart
Idioms and phrases ... such allurement, impart
Ah, yes, what I'd give to have just one chat
With the rare human being who afforded all that
And maybe I'm biased, if perhaps to a fault
But the name of MY Captain, O Captain ...
Is WALT.
Categories:
unstinted, appreciation, history, poetry, poets,
Form:
Couplet
I’ve to climb the formidable mountain of life,
the summit to be reached on the track of strife.
I surrender to the designed will of the Almighty,
in His prescribed intent I repose my trust entirely,
for I know unstinted faith will pave the path for me
and I shall find myself on the peak of joy surely.
The tumultuous ocean of existence I need to sail,
the last anchorage waiting I'll find without fail,
I'll kindle the beacon of hope at the edge of time,
in the stormy sky I’ll see the silver-lined clouds climb.
In the dark night the pole star will shine bright,
guide me in ordained course to the destination right,
the divine light will take me to the shore of liberation,
where I'll be suffused with enthralling sense of exultation.
The darkness in the pasture of suffering I’ll illumine
with aura of the supreme having thousand sun’s shine,
find in the depth of gloomy soul lotus bloom bright,
the candle of selfless altruism laced with love I'll light,
see it radiate divine rays with the glow of God’s grace,
perceive in euphoric heart the blissful sublime embrace.
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Written : December 30, 2020
December 23. 2021
Contest : Beatitude Rhyming Poem
Sponsor : Beata Agustin
Categories:
unstinted, destiny, god, heart, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
Of the first five Presidents of the USA,
four were Virginians. What does that say?
It says that the South, superb, serene,
bestrode the land, a virgin queen.
When the gauge of a nation's financial health
was tobacco and cotton, America's wealth
was centred on those vast plantations,
the envy of all other nations.
But - threat or opportunity - we find
that change is never far behind
our moments of repose or pleasure.
The South had, in unstinted measure,
a climate made for agriculture -
but Fate is a voracious vulture,
breeds the beef, then picks the carcass clean.
In Massachusetts, new machines
were making clothing cheaper, faster.
King Cotton make way for new masters?
Unthinkable? Well, think again!
The North had lots of one thing (rain)
which meant fast rivers. Water's free,
and drives the new machinery,
like Slater's Mill. And what is more,
the North has coal, and iron ore!
Ohio, Pennsylvania, Maine -
the South looks with genteel disdain
on dour gray states with ugly mines
and foundries, north of Mason's line,
but once that giant finds his feet,
the South is dead, defeated, beat;
gone with the wind that blew through Tara.
No more tomorrows, Miss O'Hara.
It's not for slavery or even states' rights
that thirteen States resolved to fight.
The South waged war, not to preserve
Its unique vigor, valor, verve,
or its "peculiar institutions":
it fought the Industrial Revolution.
Categories:
unstinted, history,
Form:
Couplet
* There is one person I would bring back in a heartbeat, and that's my favorite human being of all-time, Walt Whitman - he literally changed my life with his poetry, and brought true beauty and joy to my life. Never underestimate the power of words. *
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Oh, My Dear Walter, how your words have slayed,
Humbled me, broken me, molded and remade.
To taste of your world, see above or below it,
Wit of a wordsmith, wry pith of a poet ...
To so construe love without using the phrase,
Scrawl the sinew of war, yet delight in the days.
To yawp of the grass - journeywork of the stars,
Help revivify a nation, attend to its scars.
Find grace among horrors, sift beauty from death,
The soul-pull of tides - briny buss of their breath.
To habit us all ... to the dazzle of light,
Celebrate ourselves, bequeath us the night.
Ask recurring questions of romance and life,
Of presidents, bootsoles, and a moldering strife.
Demons and mockingbirds, Paumanok's dunes ...
The pale, horrid witness of unstinted moons.
'Twas sad-blown, a bugle, convulsed, was a drum,
Yet exquisite, the dirge for a soldier and son.
The sorrow of clouds in a ravening sky,
The weep of a child should the Pleiades die.
Knit airy-fresh words, with uncommon phrases,
Draw Apollo and Neptune in all of their phases.
Be there adoration as hapless as mine?
Yet no soul more ardently leveled, supine ...
No writer has reached deeper into my heart,
Idioms and phrases ... such allurement, impart.
Ah, yes, what I'd give to have just one chat,
With the rare human being who afforded all that.
And maybe I'm biased, if perhaps to a fault,
But the name of MY Captain, O Captain ...
Is WALT.
Categories:
unstinted, art, history, poetry, wisdom,
Form:
Rhyme
The art of friendship one can own
in warm silence, sepia tones.
Or very loud!
with passion and wild music;
painted vivid and with broad
palet and brush strokes.
That is you, and I smile at you
with arms opened so wide to embrace
your unstinted munificence.
Nothing artificial, so much love.
***
April 2 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Categories:
unstinted, friendship, men, smile,
Form:
Free verse
The spent sun sank on the transit,
took away the colors of the chameleon sky.
The masked face of clever craft on display
enticed me to walk entranced
on the dark garden pathway.
The creepy night sipped the fluid dreams,
I didn’t hear the footfall of evil.
The devious intent prowled to devour sanity
as the facade dissolved in the dark hour.
The desolate domain of fright feral
encased within the gloomy ground
under the dismal sky haunted me
as the sinister sly creature of sin,
ingesting the essence prime,
consumed my soul.
The tortuous path up the arduous mountain
of the tormented life I’d acquired,
I then scaled at the beckon of destiny,
as the solemn summit awaited me.
I followed the crumbling trail of agony
through the surging storm of strife.
I crossed with unstinted devotion
the designed gateway God installed for me,
I placed steadfast trust on His benevolence
and on His prescribed gift of liberation,
faith showed me the righteous path
in the dark night of sordid squalls.
The raging ocean of turbulent life
heaved untamed waves in grueling tempest,
I sailed unquestioning at His call
and found the final ecstatic anchorage.
I got guided by His omnipresent beacon
with unwavering dedication.
In the dark alley of mortal suffering,
filled with the mist of profound despair,
I lighted the candle of hope,
retrieved the anguished soul from the abyss,
illumined by God’s generous grace,
got suffused with the radiance of divine bliss.
Categories:
unstinted, analogy, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
The tortuous path up the arduous mountain
of the tormented life you’ve acquired,
needs to be scaled at the beckon of destiny
as the solemn summit awaits you,
you follow the crumbling trail of agony
through the surging storm of strife.
Try to cross with unstinted devotion
the designed gateway God installs for you,
place your steadfast trust on His benevolence
and on His prescribed gift of liberation,
faith will show you the righteous path
in the dark night of sordid squalls.
The raging ocean of turbulent life
heaves untamed waves in grueling tempest,
needs to be sailed unquestioning at His call
and the final ecstatic anchorage found,
so, get guided by His omnipresent beacon
with unwavering dedication.
The dark alley of mortal suffering,
filled with the mist of profound despair,
needs to be lighted with candle of hope,
you’ll retrieve the anguished soul from abyss,
illumined by God’s generous grace,
get suffused with the radiance of divine bliss.
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February 24, 2022
For Inspirational Christian Poetry Contest
Sponsored by : Regina McIntosh
Categories:
unstinted, angst, devotion, god, hope,
Form:
Free verse
(Onam is Kerala’s state festival based on the belief of the annual visit of Mahabali, the legendary king of the land, now an occupant of the netherworld.)
I am Mahabali, the king who ruled the land of Kerala.
Now a Time Traveler from the netherworld.
I loved my land and my people as best as I could
With unstinted commitment and devotion,
I served my people and strived for their welfare.
They loved me in turn, never a protest was raised.
The state was in its glorious phase with peace and prosperity
Abounding all across the far reaches of my kingdom.
Every village and town, each nook and corner,
Rang with hearty cheers and songs of mirth.
Freedom and welfare were the hallmark of my reign.
With my fame escalating day by day, even gods grew jealous.
Never suspecting any fraudulence and not knowing,
It was Lord Vishnu who came to me as a Brahmin avatar,
And when asked for some land to do worship,
That could be measured in just three steps,
I granted the boy’s wish, being compassionate.
Soon he grew into mammoth proportions,
Covered the entire universe with his two steps!
I realized that the boy was Lord Vishnu in disguise.
Seeing that there was no more land left,
I bowed before the boy offering my head for the next step.
He pushed me to the netherworld, but with a boon,
To visit my land and my people every year.
I have been visiting my people all these years
But with each visit I have seen only decadence
My land, once the abode of peace and prosperity
Has now become one of disunity, corruption, war and violence
Sadly, I have resolved not to visit my land anymore.
This is my final visit with a warning to all my people;
“Learn from the past, and the endless tortures suffered
That instead of division, oppression and disharmony
You should find common ground to stand and thrive,
For in unity lies humanity’s joy and progress.
Leave behind greed and the mad lust for power.
Alter your course and heal the wounds of the earth.
Let love and peace guide you now and unto eternity.”
Categories:
unstinted, betrayal, celebrity, jealousy, visionary,
Form:
Narrative
In the secluded seashore of an isolated island,
I build the castle of desire with sands of dream,
protect the fragile precincts with fervent care
from the beleaguering waves breaking on them.
The surge of strife washes away the forlorn abode,
grief gets hidden in my insular heart lonesome.
In despondency I make my life a desolate desert,
the charm of oasis desiccates in discontent dunes,
blazed by the flare of the scorched mind
the foliage of ardent passion burns, doesn’t rustle
with the tune of impassive melody of my heart,
for I am denounced as a derelict wooden person.
That’s when I’m gripped by metamorphosis trance,
that transmutes me into a mighty mountain,
rooted in life, yet free to hold the stilled essence high.
The daunting mountain makes me formidable
in the undulating rough landscape of life,
but I find the aspiring people climb me as ordained.
When the solemn summit alluringly calls,
they follow the undefined tough trail on me
through the surging storm of tribulation.
I carve for them the course to climb with devotion
along the designed pathway God has made in me.
On His benevolent unstinted graciousness
I let them repose their resolute and devout trust.
Firm faith will show the right path to the summit,
in dark nights for them the dreary squall I endure.
Categories:
unstinted, analogy, change, life,
Form:
Free verse
I’d dip my brush in colours
Orange, Red, Green and Blue
If I could only live this life again
My entire world painted anew
I’d run along a path crowned in orange
As the earth meets the setting sun
And colour every day in different shades of green
Floating within the depths of the unseen
I’d add a dash of gold , a sparking light
To every shade of blue in a clear sky
The silver dust of fairies in the moonlight
Sprinkled with dollops of kindnesses hue
I’d paint the red of love unstinted
Passing it on to every living soul
Into tomorrow I sow seeds of peace
As the forest of my dreams unfold
07.05.2021
Categories:
unstinted, dream, heart,
Form:
Free verse
I’d paint red of love unstinted
Passing it onto every living soul
Into tomorrow I sow seeds of peace
As the forest of my dreams unfold
04.05.2021
Taken From the poem: Forest of my Dreams
Contest: Liberum Divisa 5.
Categories:
unstinted, true love,
Form:
Free verse
In secret temples, hidden from the sun
A false faith gathers, deceit is done
Gullible hearts, enslaved by design
Treasures drained, with prophetic lies divine
Their slogans echo, "Bring ye, bring ye"
Promising blessings, but delivering misery
To the obedient, a "bless ye" they say
But to the rebellious, "curse ye" each day
Elites and innocents, deceived and torn
Scriptural knowledge used to justify their scorn
Wolii, Pasito, Alfa, Malam, with strategies grand
Enriching themselves, at others' command
Unsolicited prayers, astrological feats
Deceiving the vulnerable, with wicked treats
Daughters, sons, and wives, in trouble abide
Property and inheritance, seized with pride
They claim divine right, a direct hotline
Their opinions supreme, actions unstinted and fine
"Lest thou touch the anointed of God" they cry
While craftiness impoverishes, and hope denies
Heaven's promise, a distant, fading light
Yet death's dark shadow, fills their hearts with fright
Mansions rise, empires grow, with oily gain
Anointing oils, aprons, handkerchiefs sold in vain
Armored convoys, bulletproof cars, their ride
A contradiction, to their heavenly pride
Their actions shout, "We fear, we hide"
While preaching courage, with a false, holy stride.
Categories:
unstinted, africa, baptism, christian, power,
Form:
Lyric
The daunting mountain formidable
in the undulating rough landscape of life,
needs to be climbed as destined.
When the solemn summit alluringly calls,
I follow the undefined tough trail
through the surging storm of tribulation.
I saunter with steadfast devotion
the designed tortuous pathway God makes,
and as in His ordained unstinted blessing
I repose my resolute and devout trust,
unwavering faith shows me the right path
in the dark night of dreary squall.
The turbulent ocean of tempestuous life,
tossing fervidly in the grueling gust,
needs to be sailed serene to the ultimate shore
where the last anchorage waits to be found.
I get guided by His omnipresent beacon,
that I follow with unfaltering dedication.
The dark alleys of dire distress,
seized by the anguished silence profound,
need to be lighted with divine candle.
In the debris of the broken heart within abyss,
God’s elegant grace will abound
with the radiance of heavenly essence.
Flushed by the final flash of the twilight tinge,
I am walking the last mile,
enthralled by the melody of prayer hymn.
I traverse through the stillness of the soul
to the bay of bliss at the edge of eternity,
toward infinity I take the inward journey.
Categories:
unstinted, journey, life, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse