Best Valuing Poems
Naked souls...
Find in each other a kindred spirit
That speaks divinely, without words.
Auras coalesce in euphoric passions
Warming hearts and bodies
That rise to ethereal heights.
Sentient beings aware of the gift
Love employs to infinite degrees,
Valuing the depths of harmonic harmony.
Let sunrise penetrate its heavenly hues
In veneration of nature connecting
With the psyche, intuitive of karmic
Laws in recompense of past regrets.
Unveil the opaque shrouds that keep
Truth occult by delivering the naked soul.
1-6-18
Categories:
valuing, devotion, life, metaphor, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
They tell me: clean all the closets --
give away clothes, things you'll never use--
toss it all, decorate anew -- but,
must I part with what you
touched -- what you gave life
by using, by cleaning,
by valuing? What to me
had no intrinsic worth
you made precious, and
now these are not mere objects:
the trinkets, utensils, furniture,
clothes, pictures, car, house --
machines, implements, tools, books --
all the trappings of our lives.
Discarding them will be
another step erasing you.
Putting an end. And of
my losing you -- again.
Categories:
valuing, absence, allusion, angst, anxiety,
Form:
Free verse
Allow altruistic artistry among ailing american adversaries.
Bartering begins before begging beasts break brothers.
Capture calamity controlling catastrophe calming castration.
Dedicate decisions directed down dreary deaf disillusionment.
Eradicate equality earning efficient energetic epiphany.
Follow fallen foreigners forgetting faithful flight from fluid folly.
Gasping greatness growing grapes given golden goodness.
Halt hollow hearts hearing helpless happiness.
Imagine impurity imitating indestructible ice inflicting impotent illness.
Justify jolly jerusalem jingling janitors joining january’s jewelry.
Kill kindergarten kings kicking kindly kindred kilts.
Lament likeable links lingering lowly light like lavender letters.
Mount monetary moments melting motherly marshal monuments.
Negate nightly notions noticing nurtured naughty nakedness.
Open oblivious obligation of odd operative oceans.
Propagate proposed premonitions producing proud pirate papas.
Quiet quilted questions quickly quoting quaint qualm quandary.
Remember righteous royalty returning rotten remnant rage.
Skip silent sulking surrounding super salty sounds squeezing sanity.
Teach talented tearful tyrants total trivial topics training treason.
Utter utopian universality upon united unitarian usurpers.
Violate vermin validity valuing victorious vomiting virgin volunteers.
Wash wandering women wondering whether western whiteness welcomes war.
X-ray xeric xenophobic xylem-made xebec.
Yearn yellow yearlings yelling yonder yuletide yachtsmen.
Zebra.
Categories:
valuing, parody, people, social, kindergarten,
Form:
ABC
In my heart always lingers Dad’s last sigh
Never in oblivion could I bury
Such upholds my hope for heavenly high
Leaving me with adieu of victory*.
With his legacy of love and faith’s zest
In my heart always lingers Dad’s last sigh
Testifying God’s blessings of great best
Marked by thanksgiving no one can deny.
His infirmities propped my trust to fly
As I begged for miracle health's fullness…
In my heart always lingers Dad’s last sigh
Since divine will is eternal wellness.
Midst reminiscence of fatherhood bliss
Valuing heritage money can’t buy
So that next generation will not miss…
In my heart always lingers Dad’s last sigh.
*Isaiah 25:8 He will swallow up death in victory; and the Lord GOD will wipe away tears from off all faces…
September 1, 2021
3rd place, "This or That, Vol. 6" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 9/8/2021.
Categories:
valuing, blessing, christian, dad, death,
Form:
Quatern
Amazed with miracle healings of God
Braced am I to minister by His nod
Circumspectly following path He trod...
Doctor of heart heals* by His love’s power
Easing afflictions thru blessings’ shower
Fortifying health welfare to flower...
Guarding soul midst merciful concern’s care
Hoisting spirit toward good service-dare...
Illness inflicted by sins He can cure
Jesus is His name, my Lord and Saviour...
King of Kings, Physician almighty great
Life-Giver of heaven’s excellent rate
My life He does nourish with values' trait...
Nestling I am in His nursing nurture
Offered to exercise service-venture...
Praying to volunteer in reaching-out
Quieting miseries by fighting doubt
Restoring trust's loss with faith's prudent re-route...
Sharing the Gospel of salvation might
Testifying of His redemption-light
Upholding virtues of genuine goodness
Valuing all tasks by His graciousness
Working toward servanthood faithfulness...
Xenial to needy, offering comfort
Yielded I am to His compassion-fort
Zoomed to doing miraculous effort.
*Luke 4:18 The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he hath anointed me to preach the gospel to the poor; he hath sent me to heal the brokenhearted, to preach deliverance to the captives, and recovering of sight to the blind, to set at liberty them that are bruised.
January 31, 2019
Edited on March 10, 2020
Abecedarian and Rhyme
1st place, "STRAND CHOICE C..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 3/11/2020.
Categories:
valuing, appreciation, blessing, christian, god,
Form:
Abecedarian
whispering wind breathes
melancholy grace, serene
flowing thankfulness
snow falls, silent on wild trees
valuing the murky sky
A THANKSGIVING TANKA Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS
October 20, 2021
Categories:
valuing, appreciation, blessing, thanksgiving,
Form:
Tanka
Written: November 28, 2023
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In my last prayer, words and dreams merge,
My concepts have changed as a brittle verge.
Such a rainbow of hues in this growing vision,
My head swirls in whispered tasks and decisions.
Strong in my beliefs, I now question all things,
As if a veil is lifted, I sweated even the little things,
My soul is seeking knowledge and rearrange,
Now awkward by set ideals, I relish the strange.
No beyond blindness or rigidity to act as a slave,
Having altered, I am now freed from any cave,
In my recent musings, I have explored curiosity,
Getting raw insight and seeing awe in diversity.
My comprehension grows as I explore my mind,
Laying buried muse that shines akin to orbs aligned,
Placing the ideas in words is an ideal symphony,
Written words depict my impending destiny.
My route is wider, and I explore the universe,
Seeking wisdom all over, valuing what's diverse,
We ought to value this superb mental shift,
In our recent beliefs, raw prospects are adrift.
Categories:
valuing, analogy, appreciation, change, sympathy,
Form:
Rhyme
Memorable vacations weren't in my future
Elk season came around and guess where my husband spent vacation
My desire to acquire a vacation with him to a romantic paradise wasn’t meant to be
Over and over I would plead asking him, please
Ruining his was not permitted
Adding the expanse to his hunt and be with his friends was more important
Because hunting season only came around once a year
Leaving him to his vacation, I began to take my own at the
Eagle Casino Indian Reservation
Valuing my time away from home
Accepting not having my husband around I started
Catching the first bus out of town with
All my girlfriends that wanted to be
Thrilled to death, to dine on divine food and tear the house down with our laughter
Indian reservation here we go while our husbands are enjoying themselves
One Arm Bandit and Texas Hold'em we pray to hit the jackpot, then on to the
Nightlife and entertainment
4/25/2015
Contest Name: Memorable Vacation
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Categories:
valuing, vacation,
Form:
Acrostic
Banish listening, and teachings end.
Between "Yes!" and "No!"
How much spectral difference is there?
Between healthy "live" and "evil"
Is the difference not normally 50-50?
That which we fear
Is indeed to be feared;
That which we love
Is indeed to be beloved;
But, alas, distant, yet also at hand, is this dawn of awakening
toward loving to be loved as
fearlessly unafraid of Beloved Climax Community!
We merry-make today,
self-congratulate while sub-optimizing,
As if consistently absorbing redemptive nutrients,
As if playing Mountain Warrior in Springs redolent climax;
I alone am mildly wild with harvesting unemployment,
Like a new-born babe that cannot yet smile,
Unattached,
neither grasping at joy nor averting lost identity,
contention with dissonance is like one without a zero home.
History's prevailing culture has enough and to spare,
But I am like one left out,
behind marginal invisible boundary,
my heart and mind must be that of buttless comedy,
Being as muddled,
ambivalently equivalent,
nebulously coincident!
Left-brain dominator cultures are knowing, luminous,
strength self-fulfilling and prophesying futures;
I alone am dull, confused, equivalent.
Egocentric culture is clever, self-assured;
I alone, depressed, repressed, suppressed,
not impressed, pressed, pressing, birthing.
Patient as the sea,
Adrift, seemingly aimless tipping points.
We all have purposed meaning,
teleologized ecological faith;
I alone appear stubborn and irrelevantly uncouth.
I appear to differ from SuperEgo Culture,
In optimally valuing succulent sustenance from Mother Earth,
universal natural systemic polyculturing in/out-formation.
Categories:
valuing, humor, identity, math, political,
Form:
Free verse
Stuffing flags in the window
and calling it home
valuing our space
as our space!
Picking up rocks from the driveway
like when we were little
rescinding our past
like some nightmare of repitition!
Respecting each other
for what we couldn't accomplishment
and/or understand
a moment of volition, power of choosing!
Hiding our faults to pretend respect
hating those who judge us
feeling reproof for no good reason
denying our self-worth!
Needing a deliverer ~ yet paying rent
to those who trap us ~ indefinitely,
like some caldron of reprisal
not quite ~ not yet ~ Hell!
Knowing the housing market
is indolent in its means
while we sacrifice our daily bread
to just keep going ahead!
Then hearing the voice of a child, next door
already three, already brave
fighting for his life ~ myositis, rare
encouraging us ~ calling us friend!
And sharing his hope
to belong in tomorrow
and the hurt breaks through
into a tear ~ and we wake up!
It's our resources
that have made us demur
not our being alive
as the cure!
And he is Indian ~ Dakota
knows he's stressed
sees the parent's longing
to be on their own ~
Emergency ~ refused by the tribal clinic
some new Government restriction,
Ambulence to Rochester ~ Mayo
rare ~ need to study ~ his case!
Big debt ~ bill, couldn't pay, thousands,
tribal clinic say "no deal"
wrong rescue squad
not in their jurisdiction!
But still Indian, and little
Bigger clinic, Minnesota ~ famous
millions of dollars for research,
yet the little guys ~ still get the bill!
The Mother, trailer, empty jars, stacked by the door
ready for the next donation
posted at the truck stops
grocery stores, post office!
If you want to study the poor
or sick, or needy
rent a space where it already exists
like a woman Mayor of Chicago once did!
Back in the 80's, when thoughtfulness
still was an option!
Categories:
valuing, childhood, health, hope,
Form:
Monorhyme
Times have changed, much for the worse.
Familiar understanding, a vestige of the past.
A bond of lineage, of common mother land.
Unified through generations, now all alone.
A time once existed of dependable men.
One man knowing his brother had his back.
A combination of efforts, towards a greater goal.
Family always near, never alone to fear.
An unspoken pact, of reciprocating trust.
Willing to follow one another through fire.
Or, even into the torturous flames of hell.
Right or wrong, irrelevant the conclusion.
Tight knit association of unrelated men.
Lost to the simple greed of modern times.
Youth lacking any pride of their heritage.
Absent any connection, of their ancestral ties.
Every man now valuing, only their elevation.
Battling any or all, for a simple monetary gain.
Loyal only to currency, not blood flowing in veins.
The world in anarchy, an all out free for all.
As Men deceive even their blood relatives.
Betrayal has replaced Loyalty's existence.
When No one cares for only their self,
The whole world has finally gone to hell.
Categories:
valuing, betrayal, family, loss, nostalgia,
Form:
Free verse
Confronted by conflicting self-forces
my flesh groans in adversities’ struggles
realizing that human nature lurks
then reigns to conquer carnality flaws.
Granted with grace of redemption by Christ
my soul received His eternal life gift
along imputed righteousness divine
freeing me from sin-wages’ damnation.
Quickened toward God-consciousness sublime
my spirit yields to Almighty control
striving to win in personal battles
vanquishing own selfishness, pride and greed.
Settling dilemmas in choosing what’s right
my faith seeks anchor upon Scripture truths
believing immutable verities
learned well from discipleship endeavours.
Created wondrously in God’s image
my essence is complete indeed by Him
made functional through ministerial work
living for Him, reaching-out to others.
Staying in the center of the Lord’s will
my heart remains contented* and peace-filled
while satisfied by His faithfulness’ joy
prospered in fulfilling utmost service.
Blest with uniqueness of distinct beauty
my being finds real worth in the Saviour
valuing me by His compassion wealth
enriching personhood despite weakness.
*1Timothy 6:6 But godliness with contentment is great gain.
January 26, 2021
1st place, "ALL YOURS (Jan 26)" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/27/2021.
Categories:
valuing, blessing, character, christian, faith,
Form:
Blank verse
My Fortune 500 Company is a billion dollar businesses
Filled with inspirations, diversity, and motivational visions
Corporate cars, business attire, which all are comforted with money out the ass
But I wonder if the clarity of defining your fortune 500 has to deal with cash!?!?
We see the lavish life of the money, cars, clothes and somewhat spoiled life on TV
And with all honesty, every single one of us had that moment when we were like “Damn, I wish that could be me”
But see!?! I rather be born a bum than to be born rich…
So when wealth and great opportunities present themselves in my life I can truly cherish it
Most of us today rather be spoiled by living a life including less hardships…
Magnifying those who seems to have it all
But I look up and admire those who have came from ****….
Because they know how to get up off their ass up and keep walking when they fall
You can give me projected outcomes for the year
And try to calculate what you think my success should be
But I don’t need numbers or prospects with opinions, for GOD tells me my SUCCESS grows near
So the next step for you would be to stop worrying about me
This is only a message for the haters,
Those who try to live their faulty lives through our potential
But to their satisfaction I refuse to cater...
To thoughts that deter my successful moments from being monumental
See my Fortune 500 doesn’t result from money, cars, and other materialistic things
My fortune 500 comes from the love, blessing, opportunity, and special people in my life that GOD brings
Money doesn’t buy us happiness, it only temporarily relieves stress
And blinds us from the little things that are god’s sign of showing us that we are truly blessed
So define your fortune 500 from the things that are dear to you...not to your peers or to the world
Because valuing yourself and knowing your worth and living happily through the simple things …
Will give you more peace, comfort, happiness and a beautiful shine to your life.
10x more than any glisten that can be created by a diamond or the prettiest pearl…
So....What is your Fortune 500!?
Categories:
valuing, blessing, business, dedication, family,
Form:
Rhyme
It is interesting to consider a national economy,
and a personal economy,
as iconic of our ionic political empowerment,
and competitively anti-ionic disempowerment;
so economic marginalization
becomes an icon for political victimization
and political opportunity for future WinWin healing.
This way of seeing an iconic/ionic primal relationship
within eco-politics
might support an evolutionary historical view,
which, if reversed in time,
might take us back to an imaginary moment
in each of our LeftBrain developments,
when nutritional wealth was an iconic referent
to a health-empowering referee,
organic-ionic cooperativity
as political integrity-flow of multiculturality.
While I'm not sure exactly how all this cooperative iconic economics of political health investment balances out,
my gut tells me
if you make a common economic mistake
of valuing one life (especially one's own) differently than another,
for example
the U.S. historical investments in Native Americans and African slaves
as compared to White slave-owners and other farmers,
then we have effectively de-valued all of humanity's overall cooperative-integrative health potential.
We fall from history's cooperatively-intended syncretic grace;
incarnate bad chi.
When what is economic wealth-valued LeftBrain
becomes what is also politically/personally health-valued RightBrain integrity,
then we achieve MidWay ecopolitical abundance of flow,
grace,
chi.
Categories:
valuing, health, native american, political,
Form:
Political Verse
Your life inspired me.
Some dream of valuing something other than simplicity
You did the illusional, while others preferred delusional.
Not possible to copy you, not possible to forget you.
Even acoma would set me in a state of mind where our intentions collide,
where our friendship is felt through every touch,
every vibration.
If i were to awake, alone; inside you'd remain.
My heart full of confidence, my mind full of music.
Full of motionless realms brought on by peacefulness and pain.
Numbing to the soul.
Yet our bodies give up on us before we are ready
Yet our souls are anxious for a body of spreading seas
A body of worlds, and hesitant for a body of spiraling emptiness.
For we believe what hides our fears.
Until we retaliate, until we fight back,
at last we have experienced loyalty.
Life, full of unknown space.
Filled with subjects we cannot explain.
Complications override the essence of what should be risen,
and what shall one day fall.
Safe landings, unprepared for what's unknown.
Saving the past, retracing a circle,
leaving your time darker than before.
What can't be done, could begin a growth.
All we want is what is next, all we beg for is what we have.
Inside, we stand alone
surviving only from our hearts,
because of our mind
Categories:
valuing, dedication, inspirational, life, loss,
Form:
Free verse