Best Upstaging Poems
It had been a day full of miraculous detail.
Freezing rain played the ground like a kettle drum.
Trees snapped and flowers curtsied
before engaging in a pas de deux
with blades of grass on the stage
of this summer eve.
Our erupting blazing star...
Sported a set of yellow barn doors sorely in need of a paint job;
Closed shut with a heavy metal rusty lock seeping a golden shade;
Upstaging the blue sky and creating its own distinct wash
to signal the break of day.
A curvy curved river flowed naturally through
the mountains into a water colored sunset.
The moon waited patiently offstage with bedroom eyes
anxious to make her entrance.
And I,
Well - I just stood motionless,
Hoping to absorb it all;
Hoping to never take this planet for granted;
A non opiate
I like to call
Organic Ecstasy.
And not a sign of men’s hands anywhere in sight.
14~12~2014
Maurice Yvonne
Streamers in the sky,
etched deeply as they contrast
against the pale blue,
breaking up the monochromatic
ceiling with its white streaks,
a criss-crossing interception
trying to erase each other from above,
a temporary display which lasts for
a few hours until determined clouds
decide to camouflage the unwelcome
intrusion by upstaging with their
slow-motion dance of drifting cotton balls.
March 5, 2017
You meet and shake hands
Things seem fine, real grand
You're married; so are they
You all work for your pay
He's a dentist; she's in social work
Professionals, not lowly clerks
Then you notice their kids. They're strange, a bit weird
One wakes up after noon; another has a full beard
Of course, your first two divorced; they take after you
The next two -- idiosyncratic: Are you that way too?
When you visit their home, their kids are all raging
Yelling and screaming, constantly upstaging
Their parents, who'd once seemed so engaging
And when they return the favor, your oldest just sits
He stares into space, picks at buttons and zits
As the other texts like mad, anything to
Avoid talking to friends of Mom and Dad
You view them as parents now, and what do you see?
A pair of losers whose kids run wild and free
And when they look at you, they see something similar too
A couple of failures whose kids drive them cuckoo
It's time to go; you smile and shake hands once again
Half-heartedly agree to another date, but when?
Who has time these days? "We'll get back to you."
As you silently stew: How'd it all come unglued?
Teachers, Teachers.
Teachers Teach us.
They give us speeches and praise us like Jesus
But they're not holy, swag.
They cater solely, for themselves; So selfish.
Some are rude and crabby; So shellfish.
There are fat teachers, black teachers white teachers, nice teachers mean teachers, Chinese teachers short teachers, tall teachers real teachers, fraud teachers They all have one thing of mutuality It's the reality that their mentality is somewhat less of a formality
But in actuality an amorality to separate individuality and callously cause a casualty within the academy!
This insanity is why humanity can embarrass me because instead of practicalities teachers search for cavities, abnormalities, incapacities and irrationally devise a strategy to tactfully act valiantly.
But will still unhappily fail students for what they see is blasphemy its fallacy!
This rhapsody I tragically quote rapidly will acidly still be viewed as a travesty
And I'll still disastrously speak profanity to the faculty And keep my centre of gravity up like I'm on a balance beam.
I aim to be satisfactory, not great or any better
This madness will fractionally cause my fatality but ill happily see every person that ever doubted me praising me surrounding me clouding me with a comradely like I Just saved the galaxy
And naturally I'm a hero nationally for upstaging our teachers vanity
This Veracity for becoming an anomaly has fuelled my heart with audacity and now I sit lavishly lacking the spirituality to gallantly care about this municipality that we live in
And teachers teach in so I guess my speech ends with a brief description of some frequent fiction Teachers, if we speak up Will you freakin listen? Because this cheap conviction of you I speak is different.
Who Are They Trying to Impress?
A cross between the bride of Frankenstein
And the Dalmatians’ Cruella De Ville
See teens walking at malls; glad they’re not mine
Absurd appearances give me a chill
Parents with tattoos ride on a Harley
Leather coats and gloves cut off at knuckles
Sprung from these roots that appear so gnarly
Teens upstaging their folks give me chuckles
Written for John Freeman's Boisterous Comedy Contest
People often get stuck on what to call their fish
and in many cases come up with ridiculous things.
They imagine some kind of greatness, attached to
naming, and they name them Moby, or Jaws, or Hannibal.
Some are poetic and flowing like water- Eulalie
or Aolani( Ay-o-lawn-ee) which means "Heavenly Cloud."
Some joke, and call them Sushi or Chips
which no self respecting pet suspects the meaning of …..
or, they invoke nature -with
Bubbles, Starlight or Pearl.
There was a puffer fish named Toto that became
a small attraction at a resort turtle pool
Beside a path of yellow stone he would surface -
squirt a perfect stream of water from his mouth
to the surprise and delight of passing tourists
daily upstaging resident sea turtles.
Setting sun skims the ocean,
providing an orange motion,
a blaze shimmering sky
with angel clouds floating by.
Fiery reflection a few feet from shore,
a dramatic image adds to the nautical lore
of sunset upstaging daylight's role,
overcoming it with its dusky sole.
Nearby a mighty rock formation stands tall,
it is the rugged sentry who refuses to fall,
scars of erosion thin its walls on occasion,
the stalwart soldier is not afraid of the abrasion.
An opening exists within the mighty fortress,
which leads to a secret cave of an aquatic sorceress,
capturing the unsuspecting visitor of sort
trying to escape the high tide of the deathly fort.
The placid evening scene changes on a whim,
what is a lovely sunset scene turns dark and dim,
evening shadows take over the sky above
making the angel clouds disappear with a mighty shove.
March 15, 2020
Sample no. 4
March 11 Scripture Meditations Based on 1Kings 1-4
Key Verse – 1Kings 1:3 Go and get thee in unto king David, and say unto him, Didst not thou, my lord, O king, swear unto thine handmaid, saying, Assuredly Solomon thy son shall reign after me, and he shall sit upon my throne? why then doth Adonijah reign?
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR REIGNING UPON MY LIFE
Thank You for reigning upon my life goal
Upholding me in my steward’s role
For me to serve You with all my heart and soul
While seeking Your delight beyond bounty in a bowl.
Thank You for reigning upon my life direction
Upbraiding me in my faulty selfish decision
For me to repent with sincere determination
While asking for Your pardon away from destruction.
Thank You for reigning upon my life desires
Uplifting to fulfill what Your Word requires
For me to strive until my diligence retires
While prioritizing Your kingdom through Your revival fires.
Thank You for reigning upon my life security
Upkeeping me to maintain wellness against infirmity
For me to depend on Your protective stability
While exalting Your name with the best of my ability.
Thank You for reigning upon my life changes
Upstaging me to cope with varied challenges
For me to stand upon Your statutes’ charges
While trusting Your guidance in my travel along faith-carriages.
Thank You for reigning upon my life successes
Uprooting me from sinfulness’ curses and losses
For me to triumph over weakness-crosses
While claiming for your victory assured by Your power-forces.
March 11, 2022
Blessed season of Fall bursts with beauty
Exposing color-changes’ divergence
Accentuating air of serenity
Upheld by God’s glorious* magnificence!
Testifying nature’s great variety
Inspiring creativity’s influence
Fall’s radiance shines midst gloom’s obscurity
Upstaging Summer heat’s oppressive sense
Leading toward triumph’s progress-bounty!
Fiery glow over boredom’s prevalence
Autumn shows grand life stage reality
Lifting our spirits from failures’ despondence
Letting us learn truths on humility!
*Psalm 145:5 I will speak of the glorious honour of thy (LORD's) majesty, and of thy wondrous works.
September 10, 2018
4th Place, "Beautiful fall" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton; judged on 9/14/2018.
‘ Whence Day Touches Night … ’ ( Metaphysical Poem # 5 )
Does Not Day … Touch Night
At One Instance of Time ? …
When Setting Sun … On The Horizon
Draped in Robust Pinks and Orange-Golden Capes
of Flowing Attire … Gently Retires
from Stage … and Engage, One, Last, Glowing Smile …
which Close 'Act One' and Cause … Applause
from Rows, Upon Rows
of Verdant Mounds, and then Bows
Half-to-Sacred-Ground … Half-to-Sanctioned-Crowds
… So, The Day Withdraws, with what We Saw
in Theatrical-Display … Threw One Last, Soft-Kissed-Sunray
in a Humble Gesture … of Divesture …
… and then God Be Praised! … Day doth’ Raised
It’s Fingers of Fire … to Admire the Purple Haze
And Indigo Hues … like Oncoming, Enveloping, Opaque Pews …
a Prelude to Darkened Glory … as Black as a Pitch Curtain – Oratory
and Us … as Observatory – Standing-Ovations
Spectators, to this Tapestry of Mastery
… Relieved Only by Moon-Cast-Light
and Thespian Star-Rings Bright …
Upstaging The Day, and All It’s Props For Height
Which had Performed With All It’s Might …
So, that We Remember … in Our Low-Sky-Sight
Whence One Instance of Time … Day Touched Night …
May 9 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Job 4-7
Key Verse – Job 4:3 Behold, thou hast instructed many, and thou hast strengthened the weak hands.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY INSTRUCTOR
Lord God, You are my Instructor,
upholding me from falling
Thank You for touching my heart that’s fainting and troubling---
You’re my Confidence through Your hope’s sealing
While You anchor me in Your righteous dealing.
Lord God, You are my Instructor,
uplifting me by Your discernment
Thank You for purifying my faith in Your empowerment---
You’re my Foundation in my service-commitment
While You guide me in Your wisdom-fulfillment.
Lord God, You are my Instructor,
updating me with Your answer to my supplication
Thank You for guarding my soul from sin’s affliction---
You’re my Deliverer along Your assured redemption
While You hide me from the scourge of hell-destruction.
Lord God, You are my Instructor,
upstaging me from worldly worthlessness
Thank You for pulling my mind toward Your gracious peacefulness---
You’re my Sanctifier, cleansing me from filthiness with Your forgiveness
While You search me in Your truthfulness.
Lord God, You are my Instructor,
upsizing me against down-treading grief-calamity
Thank You for granting my request with Your certainty---
You’re my Strength Who is Almighty
While You help me with Your gracious sovereignty.
Lord God, You are my Instructor,
upbringing me from ignorant reasoning
Thank You for consuming my pride along humanistic winning---
You’re my Teacher, causing me to understand divine learning
While You turn me from perversion-leaning.
Lord God, You are my Instructor,
upsurging me toward heavenly desire
Thank You for clothing my personality with virtues You require---
You’re my Comforter midst anguish that doesn’t inspire
While You preserve me until I retire.
May 9, 2023
Throwing the wreath
across the river
after the canal rapture ?
Does it look eerie ?
Yes it was spine-chilling
to see. The band went on
to play:
‘nearer to island’.
There was a pause.
Then a question.
The black space was done for.
The hatching. A plot ?
Upstaging a snowstorm
falling in someone’s lap
with white roses.
In cracked dry mud
an unclenched fist
deconstructs a map.
Satish Verma
Ignite the barren clay, I need
some rare elements
to tie a thread to the moon.
Upstaging the sun.
Not aspirational he was stripped
to become radical
like the dark blood of a white soul.
Pentadactylous was losing the big toes
under the burning skies
of unmindful eyes. The system
was collapsing. One premature
innocence dies defore the guilt
was proved, in the howling night of terror.
He unrolls the thighs to show the stitched
corn. The seeds step out to prove
the adolescence of crime.
Satish Verma
Better again
On get quote this
Stopped wi the wrangles
Complex focus
Offering angles
Left with the hurt
Top wi the spin
An ethic of work
Offer a win
It’s got to be
Say as it lives
This prophecy
Takes and it gives
Dealing on maps
Frames require
Feeling with contrast
Same desire
Haze is exciting
Earning the list
Phasing the writing
Turn wi the twist
Just stay wi the round
Got so to holler
Upstaging the pound
Offload the dollar
Sign so fantastic
Then it left
Rhyme show and classed it
Treble cleft
See the plans
Show the plate
Kilograms
Overweight
Try to decipher
Things that arise
Cry when you’re hyper
Sing with the eyes
When they close
Scream with it shake
Mention those
Dreams are awake
Put on a list
Be jotting
Sure, from the gist
Keep spotting
Watch the heroes
Set it a gem
Stop the zeros
Better again
Death by rains.
No exclamation
was needed.
*
O, moon;-
I will join you soon,
hotted up by sun.
*
Parenthesis.
I am reading again
my lost poem.
Satish Verma