Best Upmost Poems
Being a frontline health careworker
has us all consumed with fear
A nursing home filled with the elderly could
become a catastrophic atmosphere
If the Coronavirus enters their home
it would be almost impossible to curtail
Most have underlying health conditions
and are very vulnerable and frail
In trepidation we work day after day
In disquietude but with hopeful smiles
That none of us are Covid -19 carrier's
as uncertainty and stress stockpiles
Still we laugh and joke and try to keep
our wits and spirits high
Even though this impending world crisis
make us all want to cry
Understaffed and overworked will soon
become our new norm
May angels watch over all of us as we weather
this unexpected storm
We vow to stay upbeat and positive
to take each day in stride
We will continue our loving ways with the
upmost compassion and pride
April 1, 2020
Categories:
upmost, caregiving,
Form:
Rhyme
green grass, blue skies;
doesn't mean it's a good day;
birds singing in the trees...
rabbits and squirrels sitting across the way, watching me;
WHAT DOES THIS MEAN
robins and sparrows screaming/squawking what appearance how they talk...
talking...
talking to me;
WHAT DOES THIS MEAN
what does this mean, to me...
OH
OH
OH, God you are
SO
SO
God you are SO beautiful
Oh, oh, Lord God;
You are
you are so beautiful;
the maker of all this;
heaven and earth you have created (bliss);
you created...
oh the joy of the joys I rejoice forever more;
cause I long for your embrace and your new a firmament;
My new celestial home;
I can hardly wait, but yet I can somehow taste, the sweet manna
raining down, I'll have my hand out;
as you say "Welcome- home"
Oh God your so beautiful
A man and his wife they co create life;
But only with you whether it be in honor or strife;
a new birth is born;
some nine months later is formed...
a new born, birth a baby is born
Oh, Lord
Thank you Father;
for the good, for the bad, what I got, what I've had..
what I found, what I lost, you are the upmost;
I can hardly wait, but yet I can somehow taste, and see the manna;
raining down, raining down falling out the platter,
raining down from the 3rd heaven;
I'll have my hand out;
as you say "Son/Daughter Welcome- home'
OH
OH
OH
God you're so beautiful;
Oh, Lord God you are so beautiful
OH, Lord God you are,
you are
you're so
YOU are SO BEAUTIFUL
( From James E. Lee "Reverence Anthology" 6/2017
Categories:
upmost, appreciation, beautiful, blessing, celebration,
Form:
Lyric
My heart is weary and my soul is heavy,
I have removed the dagger but I am bleeding still;
and I know I will have a deep scar forevermore,
oh, but could I remove your name from my mind;
and how I wish that I had never met you, friend!
You see, I am very accepting of any flaws you have,
of our differences in opinions about politics and such;
but, I am demanding in a friendship with two things
loyalty is upmost- and I must trust you;
I heard you were talking behind my back, friend.
So, what do I do with this information told?
Isn't it odd how others like to hurt with gossip;
anyways, you have showed your true colors to me,
and they are not pretty. But, what to heck to do???
Well, Dad always told me to keep my friends close ,
and my enemies closer!
But, YOU will never have my
respect ever, ever again, friend.
_____________________________
October 15, 2019
Poetry/Verse/Loyalty and Trust
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1188-815-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Categories:
upmost, friend,
Form:
Verse
When our first kiss up to the heavens soared,
An ardent passion swirled around the air.
With no sense of time—neither here, nor there—
A bond was formed, and faith in love restored.
With the kind permission of the good Lord,
Our lips softly met with the upmost care.
I gently ran my fingers through your hair
To ensure you felt treasured and adored.
As we held each other in our embrace,
Our frames began to feel dizzy and weak—
We felt the work of a higher power.
Once we separated, I touched your face,
Running my hand down the side of your cheek—
Your warm skin felt tender as a flower.
Making sadness cower,
Our eternal love then began showing—
And both of our faces kept on glowing.
We parted, both knowing
The night can be cold in so many ways—
But the warmth of our kiss lasted for days.
© 2023
Categories:
upmost, heaven, kiss, love, passion,
Form:
Romanticism
A soldier boy was calling me
His faint whispers heard around
But sadly he was surrounded by many
Of other dying soldiers on the ground.
I stepped into the masses
And tread carefully where I stood
Incase I hurt the injured soldiers
Treading as careful as I could.
So many heroes fallen
In a battle field they lay
No war being won whilst dying
In the mass destruction that they lay.
But I walked on slowly
As I followed the soldiers voice
If I only saved the one life
It would be of bitter choice.
I reached the injured party
And held him in my arms
As gently I caressed his dying body
As I heard his screams in his alarms
But his eyes were soon to grow heavy
As he fell asleep upon my chest
A true heroic soldier
Who fought in war and sis his upmost best.
By Anna Sabrina Tate 29th August 2019.
Categories:
upmost, anger, betrayal, bullying, death,
Form:
Blank verse
Jesus Is the Vine.
I am the branch, Jesus is the vine.
For I am his, and he is mine.
To remain in him,
I'll bear good fruit.
This is God's command so absolute.
God, the gardener, comes
to trim and to prune.
For he wants me to
blossom and to bloom.
Bearing good fruit is his upmost desire,
For every bad branch will
be thrown into the fire.
Engrafted in Jesus...HIS joy I'll receive.
he's my very best friend
who will never leave.
By obeying his commands,
in his love, I'll abide.
For if I'm truly in him-
I'll have nothing to hide!
Living for Jesus, will be my true pleasure.
For HE is my vine, my rock, and my treasure!
By Jim Pemberton
Categories:
upmost, dedication, devotion, faith, forgiveness,
Form:
Rhyme
I only be looking down now, looking inside myself now,
not head set in defeat but reflection, not the thoughts but the actual events that happened, wild flower child, yea right boom boy im a power plant, a quater-back serving audibles, wide-receivers run em in slants, run deep, swapping the rythym up, call it skill or pronounce them fiery darts of the devil, replay read a lot of fake words, deploy nothing but truths that carry troops, dead-zone drop-off swing wide scrape the danger, winged right there then, repairs upmost respected like I have a strong command of the english langauge, a strong sense of honor, PoW's plenty of wise men, plenty that u couldnt challenge on the battlefield, u better be ready to die when you walk in their battallion, Feel the valance the stealth, feel nothing feel what you feel wether its false politics American Goverment, I dont condemn my country, American people be the damn blindest, conditionally unseasoned , refutedly would he die in that war man? Well im a black speck in his eyes dying where ever it dont make a ****, you think a soldier gives a damn about being remembered, nah its about fighting your hardest, living longer, having your friends back, perfecting that last love letter, asking God for guidance, as waiting for it, Command given stretch the ammunition, permissions only to use your intuition, now i put a disatant on that idea's be balanced if you spot it u got it, six strikes 3 terrible battle plans, instructions be on a good heart. we life size- we realize it. we competition cams with a lope pulling deeper compression, true intentions blow up in your mind like mushroom clouds, like the repurcussion was a blast to the laws broken in an accident, cheap shells cheap never be Blaine c cheap s sweetlies b bashing breaking *****es, bullstrong. balls with the brillance, beautiful blows, brainstorming, bulls of bashan beaware the wheel of furtune turns quick ask me I slip out simple vibes I be on top soon. blanks broken hollypoints I keep one jax in the chamber, Bang baby I still hit hard with the power, bang *****es blaine me, can u blame me? Straight and narrow , not like in a false form, warfront back on a warhorse, back on the foremost thoughts of a man with a decision to make..
Categories:
upmost, slam,
Form:
I am the branch, Jesus is the vine.
For I am his, and he is mine.
To remain in him,
I'll bear good fruit.
This is God's command so absolute.
God, the gardener, comes
to trim and to prune.
For he wants me to
blossom and to bloom.
Bearing good fruit is his upmost desire,
For every bad branch will
be thrown into the fire.
Engrafted in Jesus...HIS joy I'll receive.
For he's my very best friend
who will never leave.
By obeying his commands,
in his love, I'll abide.
For if I'm truly in him-
I'll have nothing to hide!
Living for Jesus, will be my true pleasure.
For HE is my vine, my rock, and my treasure!
By Jim Pemberton
2006
Categories:
upmost, dedication, devotion, faith, forgiveness,
Form:
Rhyme
Birdwatcher
This passionate, keen Ornithologist,
Is an interest, I profoundly pursue.
With the upmost of dedication,
To Black Tern & Long Billed Curlew.
Never a Twitcher, or just an obsession,
Binoculars on hand to observe.
Redstart & Greenfinch, also Reed Bunting,
Come into focus on a birdlife reserve.
Warblers & Wagtails, singing all day,
Sounding so sweet in the garden.
Robin & Chiffchaff scurry around,
That’s my bug meal, if you pardon.
Black Tailed Godwit & Purple Sandpiper,
Great Skuas & Dunlin share low tide.
Petrels & Fulmars, big Herring Seagull,
All I can name from a secluded bird hide
Categories:
upmost, beach, bird, garden, imagery,
Form:
Light Verse
Two young men in vietnam
Sit in a foxhole one night
While chatting and talking about there families
and sharing pictures of each others wives
But along in the Dark distance
Came a bright and shimmering light
The light came down from the sky
like a shooting star in midflight
Charley was spreading
into the jungles of the night
Shouting out to one another
Tat ca deu chet dêm nay
which means they all die tonight
As the men laid in the foxhole
watching people running for there life
One of the men said we must flee
the other man said not I
The one man said
In the bright shimmering light
But why does one not flee
and run too save his own life
The other man looked deep
Deep down in the man's eyes
and says I shall do as my fathers did
I shall stay, I shall fight and I shall die
The fleeing man had a face
a face full of surprise
He asked why does thou not flee with me
on this very hour tonight
He said I just can't do it
it's not the way I was raised
my mother always taught me
to have a little faith
See I believe in God
and I believe he has a plan
and if it's my time to go
might as well be like a man
So now do you see why,
why one does not flee tonight
why I choose to stay
and risk my life and fight?
The fleeing man said no
and ran into the dark jungle night
So the one man kept his word
with every inch of his might
sitting in his little foxhole
and fighting throughout the rest of the night
Until his upmost surprise
came mornings first daylight
he seemed to have survived
survived for one more night
Re-gathered with his troops
all thankful to be alive
the man began to search
for his friend that ran off that night
asking all the troops
if they had seem him around
he finally came to the realization
that his friend was nowhere to be found
But he forgot to check
where he should have looked before
because there laid his friend colorless
and lifeless on the floor
So the Vietnam war ended, it took so many lives
but the man who said that he shall stay and fight
now lives at home with that same wife
for he every sunday
visits a tall white ivory stone
on the front it reads, I miss you
and I cant believe that your gone
But with all the Commemorative plaques
and monumental poles
theres one saying that still holds true
there are no atheists in foxholes
Categories:
upmost, death, faith, warfriend, men,
Form:
Verse
The black night,
Suddenly filled with light,
Not a bright light,
But a steady glow,
As it grows.
The quiet and peaceful,
Disturbed by flitting,
And tweeting,
Little birds singing,
From their upmost being.
The gray has moved on,
To a soft orange and blue,
The sun now shines steadily on the dew.
The birds continue,
To sing as I listen,
Watching the dew glisten,
Day is not far away,
But I must say,
The Sun Rise was exhilarating!
It won't come again until tomorrow,
In many ways the same,
But always will each one be different,
As long as the Sun Rises I'll feel no sorrow!
Categories:
upmost, color, day, good morning,
Form:
Epic
Romeo Please Find Juliet-Virelai
I wish for a mate
That draws a line straight
One wish
A nice man sounds great
One that pulls his weight
Let's swish
Let's have a first date
See what's on our plate
And dish
If our moons shine bright
And our tides are right
See me
Basking in the light
Waiting for my knight
With glee
If our hearts are quite
Let cupid take flight
And spree
If this love note's read
Like butter to bread
Let's toast
Take my hand and lead
Let's be two and wed
Upmost
And spread forth our seed
And blossom and spread
The most
3/18/23
Write Me a Virelai Poetry Contest
Sponsor-Kim Rodrigues
Categories:
upmost, hello, longing, love,
Form:
Rhyme
I know of a man. A man full of gratitude and humility for all he is and all he has
He has an eternal fault: an obsession to make a difference; to make an impact
To sow where he care not to reap
And give where, he does not get back
To solve a problem not of his making
Standing as beacon of hope in the face of upmost despair
And flow freely like an oasis in the silent desert
Shining like a million stars in the steep darkness
I know of the young-man who
Drank richly of some foreigners’ fount of knowledge
Years ago, way back at an ancient city of the Yorubas
An unsure future was secured, se t on path of greatness
Filled with such wholesome inspiration
He caught a glimpse of tomorrow vision
And before him was set a life mission
Which he pursued with uncommon passion
To start a national social redemption
He with other berthed the ship of change and silent revolution
In business as in charity
At a Lagos unusual port, in Surulere, at Obele community
He with some inspired men and women with pen and white chalk
Walked rather than talk the talk
Breaking the jinx of decades of failure and annual underachievement
Setting loose and dreaming
Another generation of Nigerian graduates
Inspiring many to take up arms of service, destroying
reign of woes of secondary education among the tomorrow leaders
Selflessly in the spirit of giving back
That success baton once received a generation earlier
Now with duty being passed to the future runners
To stop the wanton waste
Of the so called wasted generation
Enlivening J. F. Kennedy age long mantra
‘Not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for her’
If the Americans has Peace Corps reaching the corners of the world
The man and co. decided
Nigerians can have Volunteers Corps reaching the end of Africa
Imbued with the power of one, driven by a unity of one team
Volunteer Corps was brought forth to life
By men and women, grandly inspired
Ahead of the pack, dangling the magic wand of change
With deftly touch and humblest of heart
Is the man called Ademola Aladekomo
He is a volunteer; A volunteer of volunteers.
Categories:
upmost, black african american, caregiving,
Form:
Ode
Nothing Can Replace
The Love of Jesus!
Nothing can replace the
love Jesus brings.
Not sex or drugs!
Not anything!
Satan comes to steal,
kill and destroy.
The love of Christ
brings true peace and joy!
With the love of God...
Your life can completely change.
He'll replace your emptiness with
his love in exchange.
The Lord of your life is where
Jesus needs to be.
He must be the lord of your life.
Your upmost priority!
If this simple truth is what
you wish to do...
Jesus is here right now
and is waiting for you!
You serve either God. Or this world!
There’s no in-between.
Only the love of Christ can wash
and make you clean!
The decision is yours!
I hope you make the right choice.
By listening to the gentle
call of the savior's voice!
By Jim Pemberton 04/03/15
Categories:
upmost, faith, god, hope, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
I’m implored
To value the customers
To a service
To the upmost of my own abilities
Such a thought tickles
The spine
Of imaginary spiders crawling along ones back
the spouting of insecure
unities that help form the words
oh I just thought
unfit for a manager such a I
I either know
Or I am considered a fool
Among a system of sheep
Comprised of their own social norms
An unfit system for man such as i
I bet I tickled your fancy
With the sharing's of my own thoughts
On a matter such as this
Aren’t u implored
Mr customer, sir
I stare him in the eyes
A penny for your thoughts
Would sincerely suffice
Sir….
I smirk
The man blinked rapidly
Eyes filled with bewilderment
The minds rampant state of confusion
How would I respond to a man such he
An egotistic barbarian
In every sense
I’m implored
Categories:
upmost, crazy, deep, how i
Form:
Dramatic Monologue