Best Visioned Poems
It was a dry December month
There was no rain, there was no snow
And so his hopes were wearing thin
For Christmas White to be on show
Yet still a chance there is, he thought
As hope lives on, however small
And so he visioned Christmas joy
Through snowflakes short and snowflakes tall
Prepared he was, to set the scene
Such merry making, pure delight
The boughs of jolly wreaths were hung
His tree of green was trimmed with light
With gifts of gold set ‘neath the tree
And Christmas bird set now to cook
It was December 24th
Did he see snow, “let’s have a look”
With faithful wife and little ones
He went to window just to see
The first of many snowflakes fall
In Christmas dance of frosted glee
He never gave up hope, you know
For he believed and thus it came
He wished that all around the world
That folk would always do the same
It’s then he said, “I’ll need my coat”
As Mrs. Claus prepared his hat
Then “Reindeered” Santa made his way
To fly again and that was that!
LIES
A web that has no ending
For I can not stop
Even though I try
Something is wrong with me
Because my judgement is blinded
And I can not see
Every time I make the promise
To quench the desire to mislead
It only adheres for a short moment
Until the web starts to bleed
The deciet of my words
My voice has no truth
It is an addiction
A never ending piercing thorn
It is like a paper cut
That always hurts to the touch
And I am that paper cut
That hurts everyone I touch
Why can't I control this monster inside
It is destroying my very being
It is grasping my loved ones by the heart
Tearing their view of me completely apart
I wish that this was just a dream
That this is not as bad as it seems
And that I am not pushing everyone away
Acceptance is my aime
To be looked upon higher
Eventhough, I have everything I have always visioned
This thing still wants to feed
I have tried so many times to depress it
So many promises and pleads
To the one above
Whom I know that shows only love
The one who can crush this irritating bug
It yearns so badly to come alive
That I can not contain it
Eventually, it slowly engulfs my soul
Like fumes from a old kerosene heater
Taking away my breath
Some days I try to start a fresh
But, within hours and without even knowing
Out comes my darkened words
My mind has no control
I Have No Control
Only Lies have Control
Africa, beautiful continent
Dreamy echoes fascinate
Giraffes heighten inclines
Jurassic known linger
Madagascar nestles offshore
Primates quest reform
Savannah tribes umbilical
Visioned waves x-ray
Young zebra
The Brightness in her eyes to my "suprise" brought out the Day Light. Her walk
was
straight, her smile was bright, just like the Day Light.
She greeted people gracefully with such compassion and Love.
Her composure was not Dark it was just like the Day Light. Both Day and Night,
even
when she was not in sight, you visioned her just like the Day Light.
An Apology to the people loved & lost (dedication)
just for closure.
I had a vision and I grabbed it
Sought after a long verge to succeed and I dreamt of it
Unaware of what I had become
Pained-heart-blood-stained tears I will never succumb
For the pain caused
The misunderstandings never clarified
Feelings never fought for
Mistakes to hearts left sore
Scores settled in vengeance
A visioned plot with only “I” in emergence
A detrimental being set-forth I conquer
Moment of silence for the love lost, for closure
Self-made pioneer designed by God to prosper
In “her” heart I hope I left a mark for posture
Still in mine…
I only wish she knew I wasn’t an imposter
From a distance
I post my love sealed with heart crumbs
In first instance- that’s how we fell in love the first time
Bitter sweet
How love feels after the future in past time
Marked territories, course, paths
In avoidance we will never meet
Out of love fear respect, your wish granted in a heart-beat
The tricks of time…
If we cross-paths I will always greet
Unapologetic to the sympathetic
Thoughts of success an adrenaline rush to the charismatic
I should’ve known…
Even love wears off from the charismatic…
I thought I knew till I lost a few
I’m only human, not an excuse, but a better view
Forgive to forget not
I chose my path for the success still sought
Second chances by all means offer second mistakes
I only wish patched-up friendships to re-trace the steps
A simple nod in acceptance in the name of family
A soft kiss on the forehead in remembrance of love
From souls departed, a sign of acceptance from above
For what I have become
The impact you have made
Forgive but forget not, only for closure…
Since I was a boy I have known of her . I've dreamed of her in my fantasies , I have visioned you in my thoughts.Never knowing why or how or
where she came from, Just she was there .Not ever did I see her face ,but I've known all the while of her beautiful smile. Eyes of an Angel , I can
see all the way to her soul. Hair that flows over her shoulders like a waterfall. . Just a dream in my head , my imagination gone wild , but I have
always known she would be mine one day , A goddess I will cherrish as my Queen and love her with all my heart. Spoil her with gifts and
treasures, what ever she likes .The girl of my dreams I have honestly seen .I have spoken to her and it is exactly as it was suppose to be . She's in
love with me. Oh and she is the prettiest thing, this woman thats always been in my dreams .I was put here to meet her and she to meet me . I have
always been in her dreams ,that's what she's been telling me . A match made in Heaven is what she claims, a love forever , a happiness for life , a
Joy in our hearts that makes our lives worth living. Every since I was a boy I have known her. This woman of my dreams.
TAC
Three million years ago.
Three toed, and foraging the swamp lands. No bigger than a house cat. Timid.
Horse found safety in numbers. Prey mammal. Happy horse.
Two million years ago.
Mother Earth began to dry, and the small herbivore found need not of so many little toes to carry itself through the wetlands. Time took a toe, for want of need tends to do this. Drier lands, less sinking times to mud.
Fast and agile kept it safe. Many predators to run from. Many leafy species to graze upon. Happy horse. Happy two toed horse.
As time does make way for progress, and need of speed increased, the little horse began to grow. The size made way for need again. Mother Earth takes good care of these things.
One Million years ago.
Happy horse walked on single toe, it had strength and weight to meet its foe.
Until a predator with mind of wise, with straight ahead, long visioned eyes.
Realized this horse could soon be caught, and traded with some food for taught.
Unlike the ones before which horse evaded, this one offered grain be traded.
Captured, trained, and kept a slave, with brute force this horse it gave.
A life in freedom it soon forgot, and many tricks it soon was taught.
I have found along my way, and continue learning to this day.
That Horse was here to make a trade, of partnership, we never made.
So next time that you kick it hard, remember the tale, from this horseman bard.
SHM
Form:
Every reason equates to both the truth or curtains.
Within the visible light of mind, unveil the blurriness or shade it for certain.
Emotions are as true as the hands that caress it.
The speech that moulds it and the yearning to believe it.
Yet this world seems as corrupt as the mind who sees it.
The darkness that envelops the thought, was taught and trained.
Unknowingly and guided by hands that only crave Power.
Dig in deep in the dissolution of thoughts and bind it with the warmth of Heart's embrace.
Shed the layers of forced ideas and institution and break free the shackles of this illusion.
Or brace the smoke of despair that entrapped the lungs and leave life gasping for air.
Just to survive or let die in hopes that this hardship and lies are forgotten with death.
Released from the burden of life's grasp.
The choke of life that threatens all in a single minute wraith.
That will forever alter our destiny and our path.
Do you know how I got these scars?
I was broken and battered.
Not by swords wielding battles.
No armies that conquered.
Just mere words and pictures that keeps me in shackles.
Every moment, a distinct invention of a monster.
Invoked into my being by images of societal ruptures.
Creating me into something unholy, those taunters.
Like a carcass, advertise me as meat for vultures.
I felt I was branded with faults, discarded by burning.
I felt I was tainted with salt, distasteful and disconcerting,
I feel I am as they visioned me to be, obese, ugly and demeaning.
I felt I was. I feel I am. Believing thus revealing.
Unknown and invisible, I hexed this insecurity.
Unwise and inaudible, perplexed within me.
Unfair and implausible, indexed unworthy.
Until no end, this forbids me to be a part of society.
Do you know how I got these scars?
Form:
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I crossed the road in front of a red 1947 Oldsmobile. Horns
honking throughout the city. She sounded young and free on the
phone when she called last night. Not meaning to clip the wing
mirror I step on to the sidewalk. The driver tipped his hat as if
hoping I was fine but drove on anyway.
I had little on that day and let my typist off. These days money was slow
for private dectectives. Maybe I might hit on her or at least get good
expenses for the job. I pushed in the buiding's front door and unloaded my
mail box. No pay checks but a warning note. Who could have dropped off this
violent threat. Some low life shmuck prepared to do a cheap hit. Yeah.
I ascended the stairs to hispanic baby cries and creaking stairwells to
my office. I visioned her drapped across my desk brown pencil skirt nylons and
long blond hair. Available. Then a cry of Phillip. I quickly juggled my coffee and
donuts to same arm that had my coat and clicked the brass handled door.
Anticpation high. Excitable and sweaty in this downtown Los Angeles heat.
Bang. A bullet riochets off the door frame splintering the wood at right
angles.The broad was not available not suductive not a flowing blond.
But dead. I looked carefully at the victim. Her habit covered in blood.
Curtains blowing inward I realised it was too late for her and I had been
framed. Needless to say there would be no pay check here.
Form:
Pride comes before the fall
under a tender gaze of midday's sun
Our Sunday cross
is being turned upside down
incorrectly sponsored by none other than the arts council
as it carries their logo seal of approval stamped all over it
With groups promoting sin unholy acts attack
Abortion takes the centre staged arena
dark nights follow anyone supporting
such an ugly vile deed unchristian barbarism
tearing a child from the tree of life
Blind beggars God is not with them anymore
innocence is now plucked from the vine of the living
condemned to death
Also un-natural against the good living is speaking out of turn
trying to twist their sins as if born to do so deeply disturbed
family values is the most productive role in society today
to overshadow it against creations seed sewn treasures
The true values we hold are held
truth inside our mortal souls frame of mind
Born from the spirit of injustices a fire burns
crying to the Heaven's in dread filled shame for mercies sake
unhappy victims they become whom
are chained by incorrect choice
dressed down silenced good
yet remains to speak firmly on ignorance
in an open verdict time
will catch up
when the judgement bell tolls
Numbers each and every single beast
corrupt to the marrow
I for one condemn this false face called liberal
arrogant tunnel visioned traitors
Removing our Divine King as Lord
in our most Sacred Heart blessed
we are protected under his Holy mantel
An innocent looking fungus,
With a wonderful psychedelic purpose.
What are we to see?
Fictional reality in cinematic 3-D.
A four hour journey,
Which creates a compelling story.
Can it really be?
Life's purpose visioned beneath a single tree.
What a strange sculpture,
Until one looks brutally closer.
Are you staring at me?
The condemned mirrored look, lusting to be free.
On closing my eyes,
I can see clearly the complex function of the skies.
A lucid dream?
Where illusions that hallucinate can be seen.
With no more fear limits,
After time-stopping regular love visits.
What does this mean?
The transformation into a beautiful human being.
Free as the independent woman that raised us
Don’t believe in every story
Allegories & fables
Fast for mournings ,Now I’m unplugged from the matrix
I once seen great things come to me When I’m humble & patient
Die young live fast ima hustler baby
Enlightened a fein about my dreams , But they just customers craving
I’m in love with the planet ,But I enjoy a comfortable spaceship
Green like marine corps beside Oliver North
Olive oil every pocket got multiply copies of corpse
Every slave visioned days of riding a horse
So I Kill for my freedom with no kind of remorse
The evening sun enhance my melanin
I embrace my new journey with everything i got within
As nights get dark I remember The police are not our friends
Thoughts stir memories—
that tall oak door down the hall.
When I peeked inside,
trembles and thrills engulfed me;
beating heart filled up with pride.
Visioned there within—
perfect gift beyond compare.
Tears filled up my eyes.
Trembles and thrills engulfed me;
feelings I could not disguise.
What a lovely sight—
heartfelt joy of pure delight!
Miracle to see—
first grand-babe for me was born!
Trembles and thrills engulfed me.
Sandra M. Haight
~7th Place~
Contest: Trembles and Thrills
Sponsor: Olive Eloisa Guillermo
Judged: 12/19/2015
The Whirlpool Galaxy of grand-design,
a stately spiral with companion small,
once held to be in gravity’s confine
of greater galaxy’s imposing sprawl,
is shown in sharpest image ever caught
to have essentially been gliding past
for myriads of years, beyond our thought,
behind the Whirlpool’s classic swirling cast.
A cosmic canvas visioned by Van Gogh
limns canopy above from earth below
as though he could intuit fluid flow
of astral turbulence the skies bestow
in Vincent’s Starry Night’s celestial dream
with Whirlpool soaring o’er in stellar stream.
~ Harley White
reminiscent I fell in love in an instant...
Heart broken became tradition ....
Loyalty non existent.....
I love you with all my soul but the connection u had was fiction...
Now we only exist to torture our true existence...
To think a kiss could be vicious...
Infinity so descriptive...
those eyes that burn me alive...
immortal my goddess visioned...
Portal to heaven opened although I could never enter....
My passion pours through this pen to scripture the saddest picture...
when love is played like game the loser adores the victor ...
Never thought I'd get caught in a plot that's so vindictive ...
Forgiveness was never sought for actions that seek repentance...
Your silence is my acceptance its over no more pretending...damn