Best Well Grounded Poems
There's an oasis of calm within you,
That stress cannot erase.
It shows in the way you cope with things,
Though not always on your face;
But you have faith well grounded,
Deep within your core.
This faith will boost the hope in you,
To help your spirit soar;
And if by chance the storm grows fierce,
And winds and waves are high,
Your faith will see you through the storm,
And hope will lift you high,
High above the highest waves,
Because your faith holds true,
Sustaining strength that's always there,
Because it's part of you.
Hang onto faith your whole life through,
And it's unfailing force.
It's stalwart strength will strengthen you,
And help you hold your course.
Aloha, Connie Marcum Wong
A fellow islander, here in the State of Hawaii
Plain common folks in touch with its aina (land)
Noticed by many soupers long before this tadpole swam the pond
Well-grounded, skilled with a pen, with a memorable persona,
In my view, I became a welcomed homey, charmingly receptive, in a comfortable regular confab of subject subtleties to filling, reflections of a lifetime,
From our friends to our families to our Hawaii ~~
...of a gorgeous floral lei, imagined or realized
...both pales in comparison
...Aloha always
...my blessings,
...Connie
2019 September 20
*2nd Place*
Pick a Friend on Soup
~~Bobby May
We start life well grounded
like all great kelp families
attached to shell or bedrock, growing,
reaching for sunlight above the sea
all summer season long
I am battered about
colliding, pushed to and fro
waves and tide shape my destiny
at my rock-bound toes
purple anemones freely munch
trying to break me free
I feel every twinge, every crunch
my golden leaves frail about
stirring the salty blue sea
garibaldi and sea bass eat freely
my contributions go without heed
thrashing, crushing waves
swirling us all together
we cling to each other
our solidarity brings protection
then...one final nibble
a rough tumble to shore
beach sand smothers me
ending my life at sea.
At peace with the outdoors,
Where life's creatures roam
Within nature, I am at home.
The North East is where I grew.
My roots I barely knew.
As the seasons drift,
I accommodate the shift;
Embracing them all.
Feeling most alive during fall;
A time bright colors enthrall.
The wind touches me like an old friend.
Our movements dance and blend.
Arms with body sway as hands flutter around;
Flapping until they rest and fall down.
I may appear fragile;
A belief unfounded.
I am by nature;
Born well-grounded.
As birds and insects gently fly,
People sit or stand nearby
Admiring beauty, as if they see
An inner sweetness inside of me--
A commodity untapped and sought,
Without pride, I embrace that thought.
My arms branch out
Towards the southern skies,
Thankful for all it supplies.
In time my outer skin loosens and cracks with wear,
From the wind's motion and the sun's glare.
My girth is another rough gauge
Of the circles of years that determine my age.
Lovers have engraved their affection;
I am a part of life's connection.
And when my form of existence does cease...
Just as before I began, I will end in peace.
08/23/15
WAR IS HELL
America hasn't fought a war since World War Two
Though we’ve been in skirmishes, more than a few
We've been in Iraq and we've been in Iran
And we're still losing soldiers in Afghanistan
What will it take before our leaders to see
These skirmishes are an exercise in futility
To win a war, our soldiers must fight
Engaging the enemy and doing what's right
When the enemy's subdued and the threat is gone
Get the hell out, bring our soldiers home
It's senseless for us to keep losing men
Because of the fear that we might offend
To know that terrorist tainted American soil
Then thumbed their noses makes my blood boil
Iraq and Iran should be reduced to mire
And Afghanistan should be destroyed by fire
Why is this happening, you may ask
Why is America being put to task
The answer is simple -- America has trod
On a path of destruction without seeking God
The principles on which our nation was founded
Acknowledged God and was very well grounded
But the Red, White, and Blue are beginning to fade
And we've strayed from our Creator I'm afraid
Unless we change this dire situation
America will soon become a second class nation
Our enemy will hold the upper hand
And what freedom we now have will no longer stand
I say let's fight and fight to win
Become an entity to be feared again
Otherwise, we'll find ourselves divided
Simply because our leaders decided
Rather than fight so as not to offend
They would try to make our enemy our friend
That of course is terribly naive
It'll only cause American families to grieve
Move in stealthily, strike with force
The element of surprise is the greatest source
It's okay to take prisoners whenever you can
But not at the expense of your fellow man
War is hell as someone said
Annihilate your enemy and bring home your dead
Bring home the wounded and those who are sound
Lay the dead to rest in hallowed ground
When this is done then peace will come
Our troops fought bravely though we lost some
And once again we all can say
God has certainly Blessed the USA
Curtis Moorman
21 June 2014
Gloaming appears in the horizon
Waiting for the onset of hurricane
Flickering candle lights dimness
Fear of unknown rises suddenly
Storm winds in the pitch black night
As a lion roaring in the deep jungle
Stillness of night creatures sounds
Prevailing the fury of the meteor
Calmness reigns again in the tropic
The fallen trees portraits the reality
When the roots are not well grounded
Succumb to the gusts of tropical storms
For In The Dark Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Russell Sivey
September 13, 2017
Contrary to the popular consensus
Poets in general are very well grounded, well adjusted
As opposed to the general population
It's the average Joe or Jillian out there that are in question
It's really not their fault, it's due to the state of the world
The constant bombardment of negative news
That we constantly receive daily
Negatively affects us year after year, decade after decade
It never gets any better... in fact it's worse AND scarier
But I've said it before and here I say it again
Rise above it and carry on in spite of all the negativity
In my experience, it's really the only way to survive
I seem to be harping on this theme a lot lately
But in reality, I'm just trying to give you the benefit of my 79 years
And what I've found has helped me get through
Really I'm no great stinker... uh, thinker
Just passing along what I've learned!
© Jack Ellison 2014
There's no one but you
I see that you...
have a new life... and that,
you don't need me... and I...
just don't know why.
I know that you've...
built a ...whole new world,
and that...
that's where you live now...
no longer ...my girl.
How did this change,
ever ...come about?
that your...
independence...
is what... matters now.
I don't know what to say,
except that...
I'm dumbfounded...
I never saw this coming...
thought our love, was well grounded.
Bridge 1
I thought that if you saw me...
that you would change your mind...
we keep dancing on our own...
and the drum beats out of time.
Chorus
I still care, and I know that...
there's...no one but you...
I searched the whole world over...
and I...I found you
I'm so lonely, without your love
and all I keep thinking about...
are the promises we said
they keep running inside my head...
yeah, all the words we said,
they keep running inside my head.
I think back to the day...
when you promised to be mine...
to love and to care for me...
until the end of time.
I swore the same thing,
before God and man...
and now... I sit here alone,
please, help me understand.
Chorus
I still care, and I know that...
there's...no one but you...
I searched the whole world over...
and I...I found you
I'm so lonely, without your love
and all I keep thinking about...
all the promises we said,
they keep running... inside my head...
yeah, all the words we said,
they, keep running inside my head.
bridge 2
When our love ends, I will only pretend...
that I don't need you, and that we are through
So life will go on, but I know from now on...
that.......I'm... lost... without you....
Chorus
I still care, and I know that...
there's...no one but you...
I searched the whole world over...
and I...I found you
I'm so lonely, without your love
and all I keep thinking about...
all the promises we said,
they keep running... inside my head...
yeah, all the words we said,
they, keep running inside my head.
I still care, and I know that ...
there's...no one but you...
I still care, and I know that...
there's...no one but you...
repeat and fade
John Derek Hamilton
November 17,2017
Having discussed it with many elementary educators
Critical Race Theory is NOT being taught in our schools
C.R.T. is buzzword used by right-wing radical agitators
Who are preaching Christian nationalism as its goal.
No elementary school child could understand the C.R.T.
Its tenets are debated at the highest levels of psychology
[Those tossing around the term cannot explain it to me!]
And I’ve training in graduate level theology and sociology.
We need to be careful the terminology we toss around,
For we are seeing incredible distortions in our foundations,
Many of our principled institutions are running aground
Because of crazy conspiracy theories and wild speculations.
We have political leaders who are spouting outrageous lies
Who are actually attempting to overthrow our government,
Forgetting our forefathers who paid the supreme sacrifice
And, not dealing with pressing problems, like our environment.
Essentially, we must prepare the next generation well
For we are leaving them with incredibly difficult problems--
They need truth, they need proper tools, if they are to dwell
On this planet—not impractical and meaningless theorems.
So, instead of a lot of malarkey about Critical Race Theory
And undermining the principles upon which we were founded
Instead of playing on commonfolks’ emotions, getting all teary,
We need to make sure the next generation is well-grounded.
Written July 18, 2022
Most games are well-grounded,
To earthen goals they can defeat.
While few rise above the horizon,
With constant volleys they can repeat.
The game elevates to new heights,
Gracefully reaching above it all.
As angelic figures fly beyond,
Earthbound shackles that seem small.
Although clear boundaries guide play,
There's no limit from what divides.
The mortal effort to touch the heavens,
Where the ethereal collides.
I Am Jesus! I Am Judas!
I am Jesus! I am Judas!
Was newly engraved on the arm of my dear loved child.
'When?', asked I, 'Why so?', I trembled,
I hated the very idea of the body,
A gift of god to besmeared with tattoos.
He held my hand and spoke gently with a smile,
'Mother, you taught me when I was ever so young,
The angel and the devil do reside within us all'.
Meditating on this eternal truth for years have I,
Till I fully bloomed for all to observe.
At the stroke of midnight I was carried by an angel,
Over land and sea, till he lay me down
In the land of needles and lots of ink.
He whispered into my ear,
'Be the Jesus within and the Jesus without'.
Judas the dearest never to be forgotten!
Judas kills us and his life be the easiest,
Jesus elevates us, but his life be the hardest.
I have much to thank you, Mother!
To continue being so well grounded,
Is now my greatest endeavour.
I have unflinchingly engraved
On my right arm the strongest,
'I am Jesus! I am Judas!'
September13, 2015
Contest: Giving Thanks
Sponsor: Edward Ebbs
People of sacred Cornucopias
found ourselves politically alone
competing to survive
in Earth's choking climates
of totally domesticated and over-run despair,
then neglect,
then more actively terrorizing abuses.
Corn People,
PolyCultural Planners,
greeting Yang-behaving bean bodies
growing up and into our digestive tracks
and tracts,
our speaking parts,
to sing like tassels
our Divine Corn and humane Yang-beanish ego-rising lines
of harmony
co-arising nondual Earth anthems
of graceful GreatSpirit incarnation.
Domesticating corn people
finally also meet Yin's squashed voices
flowing bilaterally out
well-grounded cooperative incorporations
intending divine corn
and Yang-bean
and Yin-squash
mutually braiding
weaving up and out
trimesters of rich
and deep
nutritional development,
with winter dormancy in-between
summerish diastasis.
Corn and Bean and Squash diversity
during August pre-birth deliveries
reduce competitive domesticating relationships
to favor cooperative democratizing trinities,
of Spirit and Body and Bilateral Flowing UnSquashed Minds.
These corny holonic domesticating resources
enjoy differentiated cultural climates,
Diverse partners prevailing
through multicultural nutritional landscapes
up and out,
down-rooting and inward feeding feeling
as outward bleeding
into each Other's Common-Space
and side-by-side solidarity reforesting times.
People of the Corn
and beans and squash,
co-domesticating temporal WinWin differentiations,
preoccupying Earth's global climate
in different times of day and night,
months and years,
transgenerational eras and stages
of mutual democratization
into trust
bean-sprouting
within interdependent pumpkin patches.
People of the Corn
invite diverse beanish vertical needs
and polypathic squashy tendril outputs
in different revolving stages
of our mutual domestication,
integrity empowered
through deep nutritional gardens
and forests of time,
like climates of Earth,
organically democratizing solidarity.
People of sacred wild Cornucopias
found ourselves politically atoned
through competing to survive
in Earth's stroking strumming climates
of globally democratizing,
healthy wealth,
Original PolyCultural Intention.
Every friggin day
mother hen runs amuck,
while all chicken's
beady eyes appear awestruck
drawing particular
agitation, irritation, perturbation...
of Punxsutawney (Doctor) Phil
(well grounded) woodchuck,
the latter glaring at henpecked
yours truly rifled
tail feathered rooster,
whether communicating
nonverbal sympathy
towards me, a garden variety
Gallus gallus domesticus dumbstruck,
who doth make feeble attempt
albeit without explaining
rhyme or reason
poetic, plaintive, pathetic... cluck,
regarding doomed pyrrhic victory
against incessant cackling
more fowl and upset
than goosed duck,
she that casus belli hideous source
feels cooped up bred to lay eggs
absent any pleasure to fµç*
out her tail feathers fin
hushed yoked for sole purpose
mutter under beak, what the "huck"
subsequently, she takes frustration
buzzfeeding me 'bout chained to
chicken feed to earn
breeder (yours truly) favorable luck
yielding "FAKE" farmer
Matthew Scott Harris megabuck
regarding top quality accolades
raves subsequently generate
he invariably feels moonstruck
matter of fact expanded business
necessitating workers to drive
state of the art rigorous motortruck
the missus decries mistreatment
scratching thru mire and muck
to fill little beasts in belly,
eventually retired, repurposed
relieved invariably chef
buoy or gull hardy sole destiny,
whereby one or another
hired hand will gingerly pluck
every spruced, primped,
groomed... feather
in short shrift priming
precious helpless creature,
(who bemoans lack
of state bird status)
into slaughterhouse five
butchered, filleted (maybe), quartered...
routed to household kitchen
gamely served at potluck
toothpicks applied to teeth
loosening gristle unstuck
after appetites satiated
belt unbuckled years ago
purchased before Sears Roebuck
shuttered stores, plus
bought linens and things
comfortable pillow perfect to tuck
under drowsy sudden sleepy head
unaware coop d'etat mutiny hatched,
whereby sly fox weasels him/
herself to guard henhouse
finding petrified slack beaked
AC/DC powered chicken coop,
where prating poultry thunderstruck.
Respect :
Respect is something earned
Not something Given.
In other means
Respect is for those who Desrve it,
Not for those who Demand it.
Respect is a lesson that everyone should learn.
Respect must be given Before an Expected return.
Respect is something that’s given for free.
Respect is about us and never about me.
Respect is the basis on which the relationships are founded.
Respect is the anchor that keeps a person well grounded.
Respect builds the character and defines who we are.
Respect sets the standard and raises the bar
Respect is magnanimous and helps to fulfill.
Respect is the partner that sits with good will.
Respect is like honey so sweet it’s perceived.
Respect a taste to savor for when it’s received.
Respect yourself enough to know you deserve the very best
There is no proper life without these four words ,
Love,Honesty,Truth & Respect.
Without Respect,Love is lost.
Without caring,Love is Boring.
Without Honesty,Love is Un happy,
Without Trust,Love is Unstable.
Respect generally come from inner soul,
If a person is angry man,no one wants to give respect to him,
But if a person is soft spoken,well cultured,and having grip our his learnings ,thoughts And professional skills.
He will get proper respect by his Elders as well as his youngers.
Therefore Always
Show Respect and kindness to every people
Even those who are rude to you,
Not because they are nice
But because you are nice.
One of the most sincere forms of respect
Is actually listening to what another has to say.
Respect people who find time for you in their busy schedule,
But love people who never look at their schedule when you need them.
In a well-grounded voice
I used to explain to you
Why I'm unable to show
What I truly feel.
At that time the trees were tiny
and books were huge.
In a well-grounded voice
which I'm used to playing with
I used to lose myself to the city
I'm so sorry for
because it's not a melting pot yet.
In a well-grounded voice,
looking for an evolution privilege in your eyes,
daring to copy and recover
your thoughts,
daring to rise against you,
drifting in your own words,
but never going too far from the schedule,
I used to watch half of your dreams.
Is this getting global or personal?
I miss who we used to be.