Best Vouch Poems
My dearest one, come hold me close and hold me tight.
Kiss me softly, with tenderness come kiss me light,
We'll wander in our garden, all scented with thyme
For I have given you my heart for all my time.
As the red blood moon smiles and shines above full bright
My heart flies high above like a colourful kite.
We'll wander in our garden, all scented with thyme
For I have given you my heart for all my time.
The high brilliant stars above shine and twinkle white,
And I declare my total love with all my might.
We'll wander in our garden, all scented with thyme
For I have given you my heart for all my time.
We'll make love and vouch for our vows with all our might,
In the heart of darkness, we'll enjoy our sweet night.
I know a scamp who chortles frabjously
as in the springtime galumphing he goes.
And just to show how wacky he can be,
he makes his tongue point up to touch his nose!
He has no wicked claws or eyes with flame
to match those of the manxome Jabberwock.
But just beware his jaws. Although he’s tame,
he can’t be stopped once he begins to talk!
I vouch that he can jabber endlessly
and have me at the end of my short rope.
My ears just might fall off one day, for he
gyres gibberish just like a gyroscope.
I dub my beamish grandson “Jabberwack”
for how he acts and how he loves to yak!
For Debbie Guzzi's "Go Ask Alice" Contest
(I think this is how Robert Lindley will reply, if at all...)
I wonder why you'd hate me,
Maybe because I'm kindly,
But you don't irritate me,
I will not judge you blindly...
You can't stop me from writing,
I won't stoop to distress you,
I forgive your backbiting,
And just say, "May God bless you!"
11/22/17
Contest: Judgmental people and haters
Sponsor: Brenda Chiri
(Those who know Robert Lindley can vouch for his kindheartedness, friendliness and encouraging words to everyone.... And those who hate him, I can only say, "The loss is yours".)
I'm sitting here
Admiring the view
Thankful for it's beauty
It's comfort
It's familiarity.
I've been here before
So I can close my eyes
and picture it still
And I know it all.
Deep breath in
Contented smile
Snapshot made
The scene is owned
Then the eyes open
As realisation strikes
- I own nothing
- I know nothing
I don't know
how each hill was formed
the names of the farmers who built the stiles to every field
or the names of those who now own those blankets of land
I cannot begin
to count every blade of grass
to measure the mist
to know the age and history of every tree
The past of the very bench I'm sat on
is a mystery to me
The winding roads have their own heritage
And I can't say who first walked it's length
Or where that plodding bus was built
Or where it's been since it's birth
The cars stuck behind are heading on their own unique journeys
I can't vouch as to where to or where from
Far less state the words and thoughts of those cocooned inside
Or declare the depth of any of the puddles they pass
I can't tell you the wattage of the bulb
Shining through that distant window
Still less how warm the sun will feel in an hour
Or the direction the wind came from, even ten seconds ago
The provenance and future of those clouds
Cannot be told by them
Let alone by me.
Eyes close once more
I know nothing but
the fact that this view
In this moment
Does belong to me
And that maybe, somehow
I'm all the wiser for knowing less
I am patently smitten
With utmost contempt ,they treat any mention of its reality
The realm of the illusory is its permanent abode
Its at best transient , an ephemeral indulgence ,
A violet on a morbid pathway
The ill-fated roadside plant whose demise is lurking in the shadows.
A facade ,an imaginary concept birthed out of delusion and denial
Disapproval and detest permiate the dense air
whenever the subject comes up
The thickness ,stifling the atmosphere of any remaining residues of hope
Intense apprehension carved from a litany of painful experiences
But what's the essence of life if not the defiance of history? -
The obliteration of barriers thought impervious?,
The ******** of walls long believed
to be figments of overambitious imaginations ?,
The charting of venturesome trails in the perilous jungle?
Don't you just love it when you see tables turn ?
Isn't it a sight to cherish when the applecart gets upset?
I am utterly smitten ,
by that penetrating ,self assured gaze -Impeccable as ever
Cascading through my being like African okra in an enamel plate
Fluid and engrossing
The ravishing smile , aggressively addictive ,
which almost always succeeds in changing the climate in my spine
The lips which drip unfettered mellifluousness,
A song without want of both depth and sweetness
Something that only such a golden soul can exude
The archetype of perfection ..
Like a gazelle in the Savanna plains ,
grace and elegance attends her gait always
This is where even the most intransigent hearts ,
are rendered malleable and ductile
And utter patency becomes the heart's portion
Sportin' a wrap on one foot
A hard grimace set on his jaw
A Beagle walked in, holdin a grudge
Because somebody shot his paw!
He growled, "Pour me a rain water,"
"And none of that chlorine laced crap"
The Bar dog, a well known poodle,
Said, "Sir, I take umbrage at that!"
A German Shepard said, "I'm Sheriff,"
"In charge of the pet carrier clink"
"Don't get a bee in your bonnet"
"And bar dog will pour you a drink"
The Beagle said, "I'm an abandon,"
"Raised in dirty alleys and such"
"That bein' said, about my bite,"
"It's worse than my bark, but not much"
Bar dogs sister, Pixie Poodle
Said, "Hold on boys I know this cur"
"In fact we met in an alley,"
"But I'll vouch for this Beagle for sure!"
She and the Beagle left together
Her brother, of course, had a fit!
Not to be tellin' tails out of school,
But theirs were waggin' quite a bit!
To The Dreamer Within...
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Line after line flow as touch and feel surge;
Ink stains galore ply in emotive fire;
Voice whispers a show that caresses urge;
Evermore strains vie in sensuous conspire.
Linger in echoes that play thoughts floral;
Open your sure heart beyond mind games here;
Vouch music galore in word sense aural;
Embrace lovely start that charm now endears.
Lively this sweet choice in happy trickle;
Indulge rhyme and verse in urgent passion;
Set muse to clear voice in fragrant mingle;
Tinge inner core terse with words that fashion.
Enjoy each moment that affords jingle;
No need to lament that fearful juggle.
Leon Enriquez
27 Apr 2014
Singapore
(Note: This poem is an Acrostic Sonnet.)
She is in the kitchen making cheerios pie he is in the music room clanking at the keys
a Maestro prodigy yet to potty train airing out little notes and driving her insane;
With motherly sopranic voice she climbs the sweet n' low vibrations of love's keep
as her piano babe goes off to lala land, fast asleep on ebon keys of century ivory gold ;
A slight soupcon of happy dreams begin to take effect upon his tiny peeked smile,
while traces of thoughts arise like air balloons, "cheerios, and mother's lullabye"
The sleepy boy begins to toddle towards heaven's veil to that magical place where
daintel angels fly about and make easy music to the sound of water falls in spring;
He is a sapor vessel of beauty
a cherub child
that belongs to the flowers
of the field
Up there in the netherland of mystery and grace is a pianist who died young and
went with a song left unsung. She watches the piano babe and decides to play
for him. The name of the song is "Reflets" her name is Lili Boulanger....
She created the music and lyrics in 1911. Today the music can be heard but
the lyrics are in her own vouch safe world of creativity.
Lost in a perfume of the past the present comes to life again
he is gonna wake up to the arts, some day, but when ?
Contest Name: Tell me a story 2 (chose Image 1)
Sponsor: Brenda Chiri
11/01/2018
The mice cavort and squeak and laugh.
I offer them my autograph.
They dance and hide under the couch.
Their waltzing prowess I can vouch.
I hear giggles every day.
They are my friends in every way.
Vouch uncloak tomes.
Tooth topcoat retro.
Parry purport perks sourf.
Oh for a place to lay my weary head
To seek a haven from the stormy strife
With certainty to give my love and life
And know that I’m adored on sacred bed
Oh for a place to lay my body down
To disrobe of the doubts and naked lie
In opulence of love to gratify
And have true kisses for my head a crown
Oh for a place where doubt dare not appear
Where I can be the one and only dream
Where passion’s not a trickle but a stream
Where arms of love hold all that heart holds dear
I’m wearied from my search for blissful rest
My armor weights me down, my fears assail
From rended heart breaks forth lamenter’s wail
The hope of love from me the world did wrest
Give me a place upon your chest to sleep
Ensure me that your love will steadfast be
Vouch safe to me your ardent constancy
Then with your lips set seal and promise keep
Eileen Manassian
A survey says Canada's a great place to live
I'll vouch for that, my bias, please forgive
Except for our winters
Creating white whiskers
And the rumour we have summer is only a myth
© Jack Ellison 2015
Peace comes to show us how to live,
Apt that fond light that shines so bright;
Love as you know starts when you give,
Move souls to sight wholeness put right.
Start with fine grace that spreads endow,
Use cheer to free both heart and mind;
Niche time and space where joy lives now,
Dwell what will be dear soul you find;
Ask faith to mint splendour most plain,
Yonder the load on donkey's back.
Aid hope to sprint yet not in vain,
Note humble road that cuts some slack.
Opt faith and hope to sculpt fine tact,
Vouch for the way true love brings grace;
Etch wonder's scope to greet strange fact,
Reap thus this day a timeless pace;
Treat sacred feel in pulse primal,
Urge crowds to be in-sync with good;
Reach prompt goodwill yet primeval,
End as you see with your wise mood.
Leon Enriquez
31 March 2018
Singapore
A couple of months ago a new friend came into my life.
He has brought a ton of pleasure to me and my darling wife!
He was named Jefferson by some humane society wag,
But we call him Jeff for short and that will remain his tag!
He's an orange tabby and obviously has no pedigree.
I doubt he's concerned about that and it doesn't bother me.
He is snoozing on my desk as I compose this little ditty.
Jeff is one year old and sometimes is a naughty little kitty!
So far he has managed to spill my coffee cup on the table,
And has been caught pawing and gnawing on the television cable.
I've discovered Christmas tree ornaments behind the couch.
I'm sure Jeff is the guilty party, for that I can surely vouch!
He stalks my computer keyboard for which he has a fixation,
Wreaking havoc when I'm typing causing heaps of consternation!
He's a growing kitty and is eating me out of house and home,
And he growls and hisses when his furry coat I try to comb!
What mischief he will perpetrate next is really hard to gauge!
Mercy, Lord! Surely he'll mellow as he matures with age!
Oh, how innocent he appears when he snuggles on my lap,
As we both settle in my LazyBoy to take our daily map!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
The tea I use was born in Canada.
Holistic doctors told me of its name.
This strange concoction does a lot of good
with curing cancer its main claim to fame.
A nurse and doctor took its formula
and bettered it. Of that, there is no doubt.
The herb most vital is its sheep sorrel,
but don’t buy brands that leave this herb’s roots out.
Eight herbs for health include blessed thistle and
red clover, watercress, and wondrous kelp,
slippery elm bark and there are two more
whose roots, like sheep sorrel’s, are a big help.
Ten minutes you must boil it. Later, put
it in the fridge; it settles like brown sludge.
You have to shake it up before each use.
That sludge does not taste anything like fudge!
Online, the testimonials of those
whose cancer has been cured is not a few.
And there are other things incredible
this tea named Essiac can do for you.
Destroyer of free radicals it is -
removing toxins, healing, helping pain.
It aids digestion, even strengthens bones
and nourishes and stimulates the brain.
The list of all it does goes on and on.
So many illnesses this tea can fight.
I make enough to last for two week’s time
and drink three ounces morning, noon and night.
It’s bitter but not horrible; I’ve made
this tea my daily habit because I
am at high risk for cancer, so my friend,
in Essiac I'll trust until I die.
For the Wake up with Coffee or Tea Poetry Contest of Kim Rodrigues
NOTE: I will put info above for anyone interested in checking out this tea. Also,
I can put you in touch with people who can vouch for it. This tea was nearly made a national cure for cancer in Canada (back in the 70's) until it got shot down in their congress by the pharmaceuticals (surely we cannot go against THOSE guys!) Of course, nothing is fool proof, and they do not claim to cure all cancers all of the time; however, I intend to use this tea for prevention's sake for as long as I can afford it, which will hopefully be for a long time. For info on the best quality and price you can find, check out my link.