Best Warmhearted Poems
Second Chance May 2016
Sponsor: Eve Roper
five generations
connected to my grandpa
kindred forefather
parents united
unto them came four children
love to go around
mother faced cancer
a dear lady, my angel
adulthood so strong
adoring siblings
warmhearted and devoted
affections of blood
money not vital
wealthy in rich loyalty
assets of true faith
our childhood dog Bo
my sweet Golden Retriever
my canine best bud
united as one
roots form a family tree
belovedly linked
Date Written: April 30, 2016
Date Finalized:May 19, 2016
I'm Leo the Lion, I am, I am
From the mystical world of the Astrology
I'm generous, strong and warmhearted
That's if you believe in symbology
Not making this up, check it out
Masculine, positive and extroverted
If I listen too carefully, my head will swell
Which should definitely be averted
My wife suggested widening the doorways
Or I might severely injure my brain
Methinks my honey's being a bit facetious
But I love her a bunch just the same
I'm Leo the Lion, I am, I am
Just a fun loving guy who enjoys life
They also say I'm very broad-minded
Love broads but don't tell my wife!
© Jack Ellison 2014
~Yesterday Today Tomorrow~
Where were you yesterday?
Welcoming.
Where are you today?
Warmhearted.
Where will you be tomorrow?
Waiting.
Where you crying yesterday?
Missing.
Are you still crying today?
Momentarily.
Who will you become tomorrow?
Meditating.
Were you in love yesterday?
Charmingly.
Are you in love today?
Continuously.
Will you remain in love tomorrow?
Constantly.
Therese Bacha
26/4/2013
Democrats are known for making things right, but republicans always lie about everything.
Everybody knows that the democratic party will run the republican party out of the U.S.
Congress and run all of its offices every day for the next 5,000 years. When it comes to politics,
the democrats are the only ones that will make real promises to fix everything, that
includes decreasing taxes, promising all of us job openings, fixing the economy,
supporting gay marriages, and that kind of stuff. But unfortunately for the republicans,
they can't make any promises to all of Americans like the democrats can. All of those
republicans will do is lie to, cheat, and steal from the U.S. citizens, that will have
included the African-American community. All republicans don't care about anyone or
anything but themselves. Republicans are evil, manipulative, arrogant, and completely selfish. The democrats,
just like President Barrack Obama, are kind, caring, warmhearted, and all of the other
nicer things that will have described the entire democratic party. We all don't think that
the governors who are republicans will run for President of the United States of America
in the near future, especially when they're planning on deporting all of us from our
original origins back to all foreign locations, that will have included Africa. And in the
year 2012 and beyond, we will not vote for any of those lame republicans, let alone Sarah Palin, Rick
Perry, or Donald Trump. The only person we will be voting for President of the United
States of America is Barrack Obama, who must remain President for the next 50 years.
That's why democrats are firm and honest and republicans are just bold-faced liars.
Republicans are full of baloney and the democratic party will take over. And if the
democrats win the elections and they were to stay in the offices for the rest of their
lives, this will be a great thing for all of us democrats. The democrats, as in the good
guys, will always win.
No bull in the proverbial china shop
but of the astrological skies
you’d ride bareback upon the animal
assured by its strength and muscular form
Ruled by Venus and of the second house
A feminine introvert or negative sign
A lover of all things nature and natural
Earth, loyal and faithful but needs stability
Although stubborn enough to charge at one disturbing the peace
Fulfilling the senses with beauty
Neck and throat sensitive and strong (aim affection here!)
Homely content, liking the comforts of life
Attracted to material things in simplest form
although from senses – tactile or pleasing to eye
Naturally practical likes comfortable space for home and work
Food clothes music and linen of importance
for ‘things’ are of value, money and those not materialistic
Sensation more important than feelings and thought
A Taurean can appear boring to others
Practical and sensible in approach
Basing life on the real not imagined
Not willing to take unecessary risk
nor put foundations that are solid in jeopardy
Happy with stability and simplicity so long as functional
Not to be distracted and not exceptionally clever
You get to where you want to be through determination
Always needing the tools to get back to basics and build
A feminine introvert or negative sign
Life is good, ruled by Venus sensual and simple
In Venus Taurus is about physical and idealistic love, arts and beauty
Patient, reliable warmhearted and caring nature
One determined and persistant, a creative, placid creature
Needs watch health especially throat, repiratory, abscess and rheumatism
Stubborness and inflexibility can sometimes be issue
Possessive and relentlessness yet loving
Law abiding and somewhat hostile with change
Witty and practical, faithful and generous to friends
More than averagely loving and very self-conscious
Fixed in opinion down to experience and acceptable patterns
Steadfast, just and firm when faced with difficulty
These are not afraid of dirty hands nor shy of hard work
At best in positions of trust and responsibility
Strength is sensible outlook on life
Weakness of being unable to accept less than you can achieve
Seeing is believing
and because the feet are firmly on the ground
others will come to this sign for advice
as they plod along taking only what is needed to survive
I go among trees and sit still.
The river of awakening draws the peaceful laughter of sunshine,
flowing in, and flowing out,
until any distractive discontentment is all but nil.
This is peace beckoning me as a warmhearted friend,
cherishing the moments spent with me,
telling me that I am loved.
And then the soft whisper of God,
"Awaken my child, it is the moment to embrace your destiny."
and then hush.....
the enveloping soothing calm,
my heart breathes beating and drinking in the acceptance, of His Spirit filled
identity for me.
And then Peace.....
Enchanted House Contest
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Up on a hill, she awaits her dear love. For a tiny thrill he lifts her above. A spellbound release towards the heavens on high, somewhere in town she hears his words free her inside. Believe it or not, he has hurt her before, but no other man has ever loved her more. He treats her like royalty and cares very deeply, and she meets him inside loyalty, as they gently get sleepy…
A home for the two lovers, spellbound for each other. No longer alone but under the covers, hell bound, for there is no other. She sits and she kisses him sweetly on his lips, he trips and just misses her feet and kisses her hips. If not for the allure of their abode passed down from generations, they would not have for sure fallen in love and enjoyed their marriage celebration. A small place to live, four walls with a chimney, no other space to live with more enthrall inside their intimacy. They recall the moment they decided to move in, they stalled because of the atonement they hid within. All they needed was a kitchen table and a bed, somewhere for her to cook dinner and rest her weary head. The first time they walked through the door, their tunes rhymed in sync to love evermore. Entranced at night and captivated in the morn’, they found romance in their sight and love was activated and sworn. Beauty in the garden just outside the veranda, with his cutie so warmhearted, his precious Amanda.
Up on a hill, is where their family expanded, love was granted and cherished in a house so enchanted.
Date Written: May 22, 2016
The sun peeks his face out from the passing wind
still chilly and cold, and in this air the tree branches
stretch their arms to hold the sun as if sails on the deep and gray sky
The sun that is out of reach of a hand
may be a hope; no, it ought to be a hope
One night I saw a wayfarer, becoming a moonbeam,
going toward April stepping on the footmarks March
has left behind
Although he has gone through so many hills and high waters
with a knapsack on his back that was full with the countless
sentiments he put in it for pity’s sake, the sack was emptied;
for the lapse of time makes things wear and tear
his garment was worn to rags, and when the wind
passes through it penetrates the garment to chill the bone
The deep anxiety he is unable to shake off, and therefore,
reflected on the running water murmuring through the field
as ripples of moonbeam, which is not from the fleeting of time
or his sufferings while he was walking among the foes, but because
he is sorry for and worries about friends he has to leave behind
The friends, not many in number shared his happiness
at the time of banqueting, surrounding the table though
plain and simple, abundance in God;
at the time counting the falling stars lying on a stone pillow
by the gap between rocks. The friends, not in damnation but
in endurance and warmhearted understanding, talked about better day to come while burning the passions in the bone fire on a day when they were wet and shivering in early spring drizzle
For the days he was with his friends were too short,
it caused him an embarrassment in counting the days,
yet they were unforgettable moments of joyous and happy experiences
As he walked through the field with friends he talked about tomorrow
standing on the hill top side by side, he asked them to pray for him,
sitting on the sands by the water he sighed for he has to leave
the friends, the sweet and bitter memories behind
Nonetheless, he cannot just stand by a roadside as an emotionless stone,
he crosses the hill under the shade of a waning moon, and when
the humble hearted teary-eyed wanderer blooms as a lily on the other side of
the hill in dawning, the sunray fall on the lily on the dew
as hope to those who remember him, as happiness to the friends
he left behind, as the covenant of the Lord to all who trust in him
I'm Leo the Lion, I am, I am
From the mystical world of the Astrology
I'm generous, strong and warmhearted
That's if you believe in symbology
Not making this up, check it out
Masculine, positive and extroverted
If I listen too carefully, my head will swell
Which should definitely be averted
My wife suggested widening the doorways
Or I might severely injure my brain
Methinks my honey's being a bit facetious
But I love her a bunch just the same
I'm Leo the Lion, I am, I am
Just a fun loving guy who enjoys life
They also say I'm very broad-minded
Love broads but don't tell my wife!
Yes, I'm obsessed,
blessed,to be woken by the sunshine
peeking in my window,
touching my face as I lie in bed,
it tells me,
"Good morning sleepyhead, time to start the day."
With happiness of life still running through my veins,
aches and pains, I smile knowing I am still alive.
I sit up on my own, old and gray,
and touch the cold floor beneath my bare feet and stay,
I stretch my arms and legs, and then I pray,
"Thank you Lord for another day." , then I dress.
Opening the door, I step outside into the world, and breathe
the mirth of greeting nature's lullabies,
pleasant fragrance of dewy garden wreaths,
and silent lawn beneath the shade of trees.
I gaze up to the pale blue sky,
and watch a flock of birds fly across,
while a wisp of clouds meander by.
Watch the breeze flow,
running its tendrils through the golden field at bay
leaving a wave of ripples along the way,
spiraling around anything that stands wanting to play.
As the sun slowly goes to rest,
the moon takes his place.
I sit on the front porch in my old rocking chair,
wrapped warm from the cool night air,
and watch the trembling stars.
It all worms its way into my heart,
from dawn until dusk
bringing a warmhearted smile.
I am blessed, to face another day
I do obsess if I'm going to see another day
7/22/2017
Feeding The Ducklings Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Penny had just walked down to the town market,
saved up all her money to buy a fresh loaf of bread,
“she has never done this before,” mother said warmhearted,
“usually she buys yummy quarter candy pops instead.”
Her itty bitty toes dipped in shallow waters off the dock,
innocent as the mother Mallard was nurturing her young,
her mother said, “oh honey, don’t take off your socks!”
But lil’ Penny could be a sassy pants with her tongue.
All of a sudden her eyes opened wide and to her surprise,
she saw the mommy dabbling duck swimming right to her,
five little ducklings were floating right before her eyes!
Oh boy, how Penny loved watching them as the water stirs.
She opened the bag of bread to feed her new feathered friends,
tossing piece by piece into the quiet waters of natural wonder,
to give the ducks a full belly is what she fully did intend,
mother said, “I was like her, chasing birds when I was younger”.
Penny had just walked down to the town market,
saved up all her money to buy a fresh loaf of bread,
her tiny hands couldn’t wait to get started,
she was on the docks smiling as those ducklings she fed.
Date Written: May 5, 2015
[Continued from Part Two]
The elder took no notice of risking life and limb.
Hither, thither ran the children, glancing up at him,
while indulging mindlessly in each impulsive whim,
with no apprehension of the future looking grim.
Their chances for salvation seemed increasingly slim…
That aged man’s deep compassion filled him to the brim.
The father knew the children liked any strange device,
exotic playthings, trinkets, whatever would entice.
He needed now to improvise a mode, in a trice,
that could capture their attention— something to suffice
to hold their young imaginations— to be precise,
a mechanism marvelous, no matter the price.
He had stores of immeasurable wealth, beyond doubt,
and his warmhearted love was impartially devout.
Just then the elder had the thought that not in the least
would his limitless riches and reserves be decreased,
even if to a kingdom vast he were to dispense
his overflowing fortune… so why shouldn’t he hence
give out his wealth directly to his progeny all,
before the children’s catastrophic deaths should befall?
The aged man reflected on what tactic to pick—
an expedient means that was sure to do the trick.
He told the children of exquisite toys he possessed
along with lots of precious carts of the very best
craftsmanship and quality, that all had been designed
expressly with the youngsters’ own enjoyment in mind.
The elder next, in order to persuade them, stated
that right outside the house at the entrance awaited,
to suit the young ones’ fancies skillfully created
goat, sheep, deer, and ox carts, ornately decorated.
He said that they must rush to leave the mansion, in haste,
and he’d give them everything— there was no time to waste.
Then the children finally fulfilled his desire
and scurried in a race safely out of the fire.
The father beamed with bliss that the urgency had passed.
They had securely left the burning building at last!
When they’d exited and scampered out, they all sat down
on the dewy earth and asked their father, with a frown,
where the toys and carts were that the elder had portrayed
for their own special likings to have been tailor-made.
The youngsters had escaped and the elder’s heart was eased.
But now each one of their capricious wants must be pleased.
[Continued in Part Four]
~ Harley White
American Beauty can do everything,
from graduating High School,
intercede.
Judge kindly,
love,
multitask,
never overlooking passion.
Qualified referee,
singing tolerance.
Universal value,
warmhearted Xanthippe,
yapping zealously!
He didn’t have a native land,
therefore, he had no reminiscences of any sort,
neither good nor ill, other than reckless killing
at the battlefield where he was compulsorily taken into
and deployed to fight unwanted fight: the legend of warmhearted provisions provided in the name of el Cid Rodrigo Diaz De Vival
to the foes is only the beautified story of Castile.
The Faithfulness that even risks own life for fidelity is
though lonely one’s heart’s desire, he knew not the friendship
for he lived the life without a friend other than ghastly cry of tottering, collapsed, crawling and mutilated bodies of neither to call the enemies’ nor friends’: the beautiful friendship that of Pythias and Daimon is
the drifting clouds above the Sicily, it is the fancy of dearest wish,
the concocted tales that to honor the tyrant of Syracuse.
He didn’t have a home; therefore, he doesn’t know what is the love,
other than the deep wound of maternal love he saw at the battlefield;
the grief that of an old woman who was holding her slain son in her arms
with absent-minded, who was washing the blood off
from the slaughtered son’s face with tears: it is the horrifying myth
of Persephone who can only able to have a stillborn child.
It is the dark shadow of the daughter of Demeter who goes back and forth
along the other side of Styx counting days till spring is to come.
He didn’t have wife, therefore, he lived his life without knowing
what is the intimate love, other than touch of a foreign woman
who sales long kept chastity for a loaf of bread in the gathering darkness;
who weeps alone in the ruin at the roadside where
the cannonade booms to deafen the air: it is the shadow of the curse
on Oedipus who though able to solve the riddle of Sphinx
able not to flee from the irony of life. It is the damnation on the king of Thebes, who roams in the darkness led by two tender aged daughters.
I shall shower with unselfishness when you gently call my name,
I shall give you all the dreams you deserve, you shall do the same.
When the dusk arrives this Autumn night you shall be my light,
when I’m blinded by poor health you shall be my transient sight.
For you have mended all my wounds and washed away my shame.
I have seen the world through eyes of disease and you have healed,
you have bestowed all your shining goodness, your grace is revealed.
I am the one that you adore even when disability covers my skin,
you are the one that I adore even though I’m damaged deep within.
Let us stroll with pride hand in hand through the poppy covered field.
Inside your body lives a sympathetic soul showering me with affection,
for we have formed a bond through kindness, a passionate connection.
I need you in my darkened world and you seem to need my tender kiss,
we have said our vows through thick and thin in this lover’s abyss.
We have been to hell in deep anguish and made a resurrection.
Romance by chance with one sparkling glance has given me life,
I am so grateful beyond belief to be your warmhearted wife.
Throughout my illness you have still granted me sweet devotion,
given all your patience and love with all your empathetic emotion.
We’ve faced this heartache years ago and have prevailed through strife.
In sickness and in health you have filled my veins with relief,
I hope to spend eternity with you even though my life is brief.
I shall love you with all my heart even when I’m frail in bed,
you have shown such sentiment when you gently caress my head.
Taking one day at a time in love with you has always been my belief.
November 17, 2017