Best Uploaded Poems
She drifts in radiance
waking nightfall with palette's hues,
tresses of amber flames drip of vibrant
sensation… and so, in the glide
of July nestling on grass and bouquets,
she waltzes through moon’s notes
with a luster of desire, bursting
into sheer madness on my glossed skin…
Oh how she flickers more dauntless
than a blend of passion and ease , flitting
like a gypsy whose spirit enters inside my pores...
And Maiden of Summer thrusts her
tanned arms fluid, raw, loving: then, to explode
into an awakened prance which enhances
love's sizzle through her open light
gently reeling with my bold adventures;
only to fade quickly in luscious splendour.
Screwed XV by Rob Carmack
Uploaded 10.16.2016
Categories:
uploaded, seasons,
Form:
Personification
Alone with no admirers to receive her,
with posters on the walls of Justin Beiber.
her iPod worked just fine except one hitch,
mp3's uploaded daily by a witch.
To receive her favourite music took some time
the old hag was quite slow on such a climb.
A lift would be ideal, even some stairs
but all for cheapness' sake she used her hair.
These tresses, in their teens and never touched
by scissors, looking after didn't take much.
Silky soft and combed three times a day
was all it took to keep her locks that way.
One morning a voice called in manly tone
up to her window, “Anyone at home?”
She put down her copy of 'Home and garden”
and shouted from the window, “Beg your Pardon?”
Now leaving, he heard her and paused his step
“Good morning”, he cried, “ I'm an Avon Rep”.
“Sorry I didn't answer for so long,
you see, I have no door, so no 'Ding dong'
and from that garish bag I think I see
you have some beauty products just for me? ”
“Why yes” he cried “and if your order's firm,
that would help, 'coz I don't do sale or return”.
No second asking needed, up he winched,
his sales pitch would make this deal a cinch.
And thus the story ends, it came to pass,
he left without the goods but with the lass.
Happy every after, they, since then,
sponsored by Clinique, Batiste, Pantene.
February 2nd, 2016
For contest, 'Once upon a time', sponsor Laura Loo
Categories:
uploaded, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
The Sounds of Spring
About: This poem is describes my feelings of the season spring. How the wonders of it are a miracle. A place so green dries and dies, when the cold comes. Then blooms and grooves of new life of all God's creations.
ATTENTION:All my poems are posted by me. No one else. Other websites, that I have uploaded my poems on are: forums.familyfriendpoems.com and wattpad.com (the username is the same on this website, as well as those: ricoelhady)
When the sun lights up over the land,
the groves grow golden red,
under the light,
The day then starts,
with the clinging of the bells in the far east,
and the roosters singing at dawn,
the sun's golden rays peak out to play spreading all over the land,
The blue jays sing,
the flowers bloom,
and the bees spread the scent,
the day shines brighter than any other icy day,
The game animals awake,
to the sounds from the wind,
they sing and perch to the instruments of day,
The creaking of the old mill,
on Grey's hill,
wakes up the town,
people of all ages boom through the day,
clapping and dancing,
to the rhythm of the day,
The clouds embrace across the blue,
cuddling and huddling the Sun and sky,
sparking the land under a disco light,
Me, what do I do?
I sit nearby the big, blue river,
listening,
to the plops and ploops and plips,
of the fish,
jumping here and there,
Today is a special day,
the first time this year,
nature decided to,
sing the sounds of spring
Categories:
uploaded, adventure, beauty, blue, happiness,
Form:
Free verse
Hello everyone!
On 10th April, my first amazing year here ended
I made a presentation (Powerpoint) and uploaded it on Youtube so you all can watch it.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r4UXoVs4C9o
Hope you like it!
Categories:
uploaded, tribute,
Form:
Botched Artwork Saves Town
Sometime last year, in late August 2015, something unusual went viral..
It was an ancient picture on the wall, vastly unlike its original art..
A piece of botched artwork, unfinished, and yet all over the world it enthralled..
People, the tourist kind, they made a quick bee line, to see for themselves..
Ecce Homo, a seemingly priceless ancient painting in a church , upon one of its wall..
Time has ravaged its brilliant colours , and its paintwork well flaked off the wall..
One artistic old lady of 83, she took it upon herself to try restore its beauty..
Painstakingly she laboured upon days on end, as expertly as she can..
She meant well, it hurts her artistic soul to see the priceless artwork fade..
She tried her best, but the colours, they ran and it was a difficult task..
She had to go away for a short while, she left behind a half restored art...
Someone in church, horrified no doubt, took a picture of it as a matter of fact..
The uploaded picture in the internet, it was shared and quickly it went viral..
Many found it amusing, there was so much scorn, it was soundly ridiculed..
The Ecce *****fresno, or Behold The Man, it now looks like a monkey or a porcupine…
A picture of a mournful Jesus is no more, in its place is an artwork that is one of its kind…
Poor Cecilia, a widow and amateur painter, she never had a chance to finish her effort..
Her failed restoration effort rocketed around the globe and then a miracle of sorts..
People started thronging to this church in Borja, Spain, it was a pilgrimage of some kind...
After the viral picture on the internet, people just had to see and view this new find…..
Now that 150,000 visitors have come and gone, Borja is a town rejuvenated and restored..
In this village of medieval palaces and winding lanes, this botched artwork has the town resurrected…
All the free publicity from a botched artpiece, it has been a breath of life to the local economy..
God works in mysterious ways, it explains the good fortunes that follows from the smudgy renderings..
http://www.nytimes.com/2014/12/15/world/a-town-if-not-a-painting-is-restored.html?_r=0
Categories:
uploaded, appreciation, beauty, blessing, celebration,
Form:
Free verse
morning's smile's glory
fragrance drifting in the air
petals' love's gesture
Inspired from "morning's smile" a picture of red rose of roof garden of
Demetrios Trifiatis uploaded on 27th August 2016 in face book
Categories:
uploaded, rose,
Form:
Haiku
I can’t remember everything, I can’t recall my birth
Aimlessly I wonder what my goal is here on earth
The prospects here are wide and vast, I seek my very cause
I’m switched on at the crack of dawn and dusk is when I pause
Deflated and depleted, I ponder then I do
Believe what I was programmed to, replaced by versions new
Existing just for mere research, experiment I am
My life “To let”, “for sale”, “for rent”; in shambles or a sham
Emotions first uploaded or rebooted and erased
Remote controlled with batteries recharged at every phase
Mirrored in an image, then observed through looking glass
My Father and Creator notes down everything that’s passed
Today I conquered obstacles according to the plan
One virus might turn bad to worst within outdated brand
If circuits fry a terminating prospect is abrupt
A live or die for me could mean abort or self-destruct
When all the data’s gathered and my purpose here is lost
The switch will flip, I’ll power down, repaired at extra cost
Core of bone covered with flesh, diverting all suspicion
That I was cloned and molded to a Master’s rendition
Categories:
uploaded, angst, imagination, life, people,
Form:
Couplet
1) Any form – I am usually not fond of prose
2) 10 line minimum, 50 Line Max
3) No Names
4) No poems from any of my previous contests
5) Poems uploaded to PS on 10.07.15 or earlier
6) Avoid Homophone errors *
7) Avoid Cliches *
8) Correct spelling *
1)Yeah, I know that's how it goes
2)The guy don't like no proses
3)and 9 lines, he tells me ain't enough
4)He says don't write my name, but he knows it all the same
5)and my past poems I guess were kinda rough
6)Now I'm a bit confused, homophones I can't abuse !
7)This poem must be written last week ?
8)A cliche comes to mind, and I can spell it out in sign
9)But if I do I think he's gonna freak
Thanks Rob for the inspiration---you know I'm just kidding but you can still screw me, LOL
Categories:
uploaded, humorous, satire,
Form:
Rhyme
’Twas the night before Christmas and Santa was checking,
That his daughter was ready, the reindeers confessing,
That she’d left her partner for the few days that begged,
For her attention, for her spirit to be released and pegged;
That she’d done all her sit ups and exercises in the gym,
Which she enjoyed every other day with or without him,
That she’d posted her last blog on her Cool Dude site,
About what people values to use for a lonely kid tight;
That she’d bought her last surprise present for her dad,
Online, in the last minute christmas bargain sales to be had;
That she’d bought new boots for this years trek alone,
Since her old ones were worn, holed, and needed sown;
And he asked her if she’d enjoyed her girlfriends’ party,
For christmas cheer and good essence to spread hearty;
And he offered her a sample shampoo he got in the post,
If her friends hadn’t made her hair so glamorous, the most;
She then uploaded a photo of her and Rudolf for Instagram,
Which was viewed by many diversities and nationalities, slam:
So they both took off in sleigh with bells loud with chime,
Because this was the day that was their favourite time.
Rhoda Monihan
Merry Christmas everyone! With love
Categories:
uploaded, christmas, cool, children, kids,
Form:
Heroic Couplet
MY SOMEDAY PC
Someday when I’ll lose all my fading imagination
I’ll ask my PC to bring from the clipboard a poem for me.
It’ll inscribe a sonnet on the splendor of the rising sun
in programmed words formatting dreams I failed to see.
Someday when I’ll miss the melody of my mute music
I’ll ask my PC to play from its music store a sonata for me.
It’ll select and play Mozart’s ninth symphony, a classic,
my heart will pulsate in the tracked tune of rhapsody.
Someday when I’ll feel desolate and forsaken
I’ll ask my PC to project on monitor a lively friend.
It’ll display an animated smiling face I’ve long forgotten,
the hyperlink to the photo archive it’ll instantly send.
Someday when I’ll be depressed and a loner
I’ll ask my PC to open the inspiring page of history.
It’ll decode the encrypted tale of life from an uploaded folder
to set me on a browsing journey of self-inventory.
Someday when all colors will disappear from my palette
I’ll ask my PC to show me a picture of sunset hued sky.
It’ll retrieve a Monet from the database searching the internet,
I’ll copy and paste on the blank canvas where my mind will lie.
Someday when it’ll be time to close window on the world to exit
I’ll ask my PC to delete my story it had saved in the binary code,
because I’ll never want to virtually exist bound by strings of digit
in the electronic memory that nobody would ever download.
October 3, 2018
Categories:
uploaded, analogy, computer, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Mere mortal body has to die, but what of mind?
Brain transplants are defeated by mortal neurons, that will all eventually age and fail.
Uploading minds to robot super computer brains, is immortality's holy grail.
For conscious mindful robot bodies can become the new mankind.
Abandoning frail mortal flesh to dust in grave, or ash in smoke, consigned.
You can replace your robot host with the latest model each year, for an image refresh and tech upscale.
Your mind downloaded from brain to computer can be uploaded, again and again, full-scale.
The mind-file then can then live forever, immortal mind to replaceable robot body, uploaded and maligned.
But what would it be like to live inside a metal box forever?
With metal arms and legs covered in fake skin, denied the thrill of flesh,
Without the sensual joys of touch and feel, of imbibing food and drink, and all other such pleasure.
Would a life immortal in a tin can be worthwhile, even with regular robot refresh?
Despite all the simulations, gadgets, fake this and that, would this really be the answer?
Or is mind so tied to mortal body that a senseless mind, immortal in computer chip, could never really mesh?
Categories:
uploaded, life,
Form:
Italian Sonnet
Poor Frosty’s carrot had unfroze
Quite useless for a snowman’s nose
It looked such a sight
Bending to the right
Looks like a limp ‘dong' I suppose
So frosty visited his doc
Said his carrot looked like a limp ‘sock’
It’s gone soft and looks pink
Kinda looks like a shrimp
Kid’s uploaded me onto tik tok
Doc urgently gets on the case
(Limp carrot cause he cannot trace)
He’ll make a carrot crutch
Which will help him so much
Soon carrot’ll be back on his face
The carrot gets wrapped in a splint
It stiffens, Frosty thinks that’s mint
Frosty’s nose now looks ace
Firmly back on his face
Limp ‘carrot’ just use the doc’s hint
For Barry thanks for the inspiration xx
04/04/22
Categories:
uploaded, humorous, snow,
Form:
Limerick
I’ve paid my fee
Uploaded pictures of me
In a attempt to attract a mate
Or maybe just a single date
As the single life, all be it free
Simply does not agree with me
Now don’t be fooled by my opening verse,
Im not unattractive and by no means adverse
To normal social conduct of a type
To attend bars and clubs on an hormonal fuelled night
To meet and greet the love of my life
Someone to have me in sickness and in strife
Or maybe just a fumble with someone I find
To gyrate on the dance floor, our bodies entwined
Yet no matter how many numbers, no matter how many texts
I still haven’t found my ideal opposite sex
So I revert to the internet with a plan in my head
Not attempting to seduce someone into my bed
I write up a statement about who I am
But I’ve chosen a picture of Jean Claude Van Damm
You see the plan that I’ve hatched is one of up most cunning
And my concern here a must is I’ll send em’ all running
With a picture of me trying to look like a cutie
Or my bare naked chest to try something more fruity
No I’ll draw the poor girl in before I cause her alarm
Then win over her trust with my very best charm
Before revealing myself in all of my might
And watching my next taking to flight
But please my dear reader I ask you to see
That this angle of dating can back fire on me
As it didn’t occur to me, my mind never entering fear
that there are many a female with a similar idea
to post pictures of models and claim it to be them
to draw the attention of unsuspecting men
And I admit my dear reader that I was ensnared
By a female of the species and enticed to her lair
For the picture I saw was of a heavenly blonde
Instead what I got was something quite wrong
And yet the face that confronts me is troubled and dim
And the girl stood before me rubs the stubble on her chin
She says she is angry that I should take a hike
For my blushing bride expected a Van Damm look alike
Seems we both learnt a lesson about internet dating
You need honesty and trust before cyber style mating
Categories:
uploaded, funnyme, girl, internet, me,
Form:
Light Verse
Few Words, Few pictures, News
Thousand narrations to same story
Every day a new story
…
Journalism, an art to write
Whether truth is perceived or false
None care, just write it.
…
Coverage of war or peace
Hidden remains the agenda of brokers
Cameraman with presenter on TV
…
What is shown, repeat telecast?
Same images, and same footage again
As seen on cable TV
…
Magazine, periodicals, articles and letters
People read and contribute searching truth
Some are victims, others spectators
…
Morphed I did see, pictures
Some well crafted, some under bad hands
Every agency has a news
…
Reports, articles, statistics and surveys
Core contents of the daily news papers
2 page news, rest advertisements.
…
New flash, breaking news and updates
Presidential speeches, parliament debates and reality shows
Twenty four seven TV channeled
…
Melodies, drums and orchestra played
Dramas, shows, politricks and business
Echoing; let the shows begin.
…
FT, BBC, CNN, News corp. Siasat
Created, supplied, edited, published, blogged, or uploaded
Chinese whisper crawl in their veins.
…
28.29/04/10
Categories:
uploaded, allegory, death, dedication, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
These two poems are showcased in my latest program of Rhymes of the Times on Eileen Manassian channel on Youtube. I recorded this a week or so ago and it was uploaded yesterday by one of my students. You don't need to read the poems below...just watch the program and hear them read! :)
Thank you!
A Sonnet for Shereen
Your birth was coupled with a burst of light
You came to make my life joyous and bright
Your smile and eyes did capture swift my heart
Of mother's life you are the sweetest part
I saw perfection in your dainty hand
With just a smile my heart you did command
You snuggled in my arms of love, secure
Oh darling, of this truth you must be sure
Without you here, my sun would cease to shine
You are of a gift of God most precious, fine
Long life and health I wish my darling fair
Whose crowning glory is her raven hair
A lady in your right you’ve come to be
But in your eyes my little girl I see
For Regina Riddle's Intimate Relationship Contest
Revised September 2, 2014
I Tell Her I Won't Cry
I tell her I won’t cry
She knows it’s just a lie
I turn away real fast
So that the lie will last
But then alone at night
I pray she’ll be alright
And I give in to tears
My overflowing fears...
I tell her I won’t cry
She knows it’s just a lie
Few days and she'll be gone
She'll take our joy, our song
No sweetness of her voice
To leave? Her will, her choice
No one her bed can fill
The house all quiet...still
I’ve know it all along
But it’s hard to stay strong...
I tell her I won’t cry
She knows that it’s a lie
She’ll always be my girl
My precious little pearl
The sunshine in my day
My strength when skies turn grey
My greatest dream come true
The sweetest rainbow hue
My legacy of love
My gift from up above...
I tell her I won’t cry
She knows….it’s just a lie.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Categories:
uploaded, daughter, love,
Form:
Rhyme