Best Willfully Poems
When I lay me down to sleep,
And cry the tears that sinners weep;
To speak the words of a contrite prayer,
And know that someone listens there.
He cares for sheep that have gone astray,
Who willfully wander their own way;
They vex the pride that hides within,
And drink the bitter cup of sin.
The web of lies and dark deception,
Lie in defeat of Light’s conception;
To capture all and destroy life,
With passion’s fire and human strife
We need to plant the gospel vine,
Where evil rules and saints repine.
While martyrs lead with ransomed prayer,
With hope for life that tarries there.
Blood that was shed on Calvary,
Set slaves of transgression wholly free.
So we rise from the grave to seek reward,
Giving praise to our risen Lord.
We see ourselves unimpeded initially
Some are stricken with a view artificially
We are told by others very specifically
There is a ceiling so proceed timidly
We try in vain with no support futilely
As we age blazing the path dizzily
Sometimes we see the results dismally
Eventually we learn to climb skillfully
We began to achieve sufficiently
Eventually finding success brilliantly
Living life with dreams so vividly
Sadly, a haunting voice still speaks flippantly
Reminding us of the ceiling frigidly
We remain in the arena mistily
Each overcautious step taken judicially
We endure the voice shouting viciously
The battle to continue is done willfully
I wrestle with my words in aimlessness when I write.
Poetry is a relationship to me, it's a troubled courtship.
I can't come to reasonable reform in words on the spot..
but rather seek intimacy with my thoughts in attempt.
The two of us, man and his romantic notions,
carelessly Laid into tousled affections on a page.
I love her, and the page, she spurns me willfully.
I love her, and grasp in hopelessness to understand her.
I give my undivided attention, my eyes wander her form.
I've sought shamelessly to appease her whispered desires.
But she is a selfish lover, asking for more than can be given.
She, the playful counterpart in a field of rationality, often eludes me.
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I am
Still I wonder
Who I am
Am I who
Am I what
Am I where
Am I here
I am
Yet I am not
My words travel beyond myself
I am made up of small and large
Sometimes broken discarded pieces
I am not
Who you think I am
I am one who lives between the spaces
Of those words you choose to describe me with
Perceptions gleaned
Through abbreviated sentences
Those moments I bored you with my existance
You were too busy being yourself
How could you ever know me
I am the one who can see
For I am a watcher
I am present in the silence
I am quiet
Do not confuse silence with weakness
I am who I choose to be
I am not a slave to the trivial
I am not one confined by convention
Those things I am supposed to strive for
They hold no allure for me
I am a free man
Free to think as I think
My thoughts remain my own
For your questions rarely greet my ears
When they do
I answer
I am willing
Yet you are unable to hear
For you think
You alone hold the answers
So I smile
For if nothing else
I am pleasant
I am polite
I am not thought of as bold
I am to you
Who you think I am
I am
For a time
What I want to be
Other times
What is expected of me
Sometimes
What confuses
What limits me
What shrinks
What trancends
What I hope is good for me
I am selfish for generous reasons
I am willing to give lavishly
I am what and who I need to be
Today I am different than yesterday
Yet at my core
I am still me
I am where I've been placed
For the time I'm needed here
I am at the intersection of belonging and alone
I am temporary and eternal
I am living where angels fear to tread
For I am human
I am flawed
I am willfully questioning God
I am on the verge of disappearing
Only Jesus truly knows who I am
He knows where my thoughts travel
How I have used who I am
To coerece others
To see me
As different than I am
More perfect
Less fearful
Confident
Insightful
So I say
Here I am
Naked
Exposed to your elements
Willing to risk it all
Here and now
Will you look close
Ask me your questions
Reserve your judgement
I am meant to be
Here and now
For in knowing who I am
You can begin to discover
Who you are!
For Frank Herrera's " I Am" contest.
More than anything Nature fascinates me
Men living in close proximity to nature, I love to see
So I ramble into the city’s far outskirts
Watching ordinary people in commonplace pursuits
Imbibing much from the life of the peasantry
Whom none can beat in life’s lessons elementary
How they interact devoid of all cold formality
And remain free from all artificiality
I inhale the fragrance of the wayside blooms
Watch kingfishers and parakeets in colorful plumes
My eyes never miss Nature’s minute caprices
And I rejoice in home bound birds’ sonatas
I watch the daylight paving way for the night
And the sun willfully surrendering his might
I listen to the invisible choir, singing in the dark
That breaks the sacred silence of the dusk
How these common scenes fill me with delight
Nevertheless making me sorry for the unhappy plight
Of those unable to enjoy any ordinary scene
And turn their backs to pleasurable sights umpteen
Blessed are those who have eyes to see and feel
And remain happy being close to Nature’s heel
Whose ears are attuned to the beats of the average
And who need no other intoxicating beverage
Those who get a kick out of the commonplace
And seek everyday banal sensations to embrace
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May.21.2022
Fascination and Awe Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Jeff Kyser
Being of sound mind
and rational thought,
I bequeath
willfully and voluntarily,
To the stars my dreams
To the winds my wishes and whims
My foibles and follies
to the meandering streams,
To the clouds go my tears
My heartaches and pains
to the mountains to bear
and my ashes strewn over
the plains, dales and valleys.
Shove my poems in a chest
and toss overboard in to
the bosom of the sea…
perchance it washes ashore some day.
~07/29/2017
~A Stunner 2017 contest by Line Gauthier
~A Brian Strand contest
Written From A Poetic Heart's True Renderings
Riding into oblivion's clouds
wearing rags, willfully blind shrouds
O'lord, such epic darkness burns
giving more hideous returns,
weeping songs, chaotic notes
as swollen drowned bodies float
rectitude of a ghostly dirge,
fruits of mankind's constant urge.
Hovering over bloody fields,
sad reaping of horrific yields
with innocence ruthlessly slain
winds of death, sorrows and pain,
bitter dregs of rot and decay
from evil's darkness, holding sway.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-22-2020
Sonnet (Dark), ( Born from reading a poet's very fine verse )
“Written in the Time of Something”.....
With my sincere and deep thanks given...
With no cover ups, let me be frank
At times my mind goes utterly blank.
When I sit down to write a poem
From topic to topic, my mind does roam
But nothing comes to spark off a rhyme
Often I feel the words do not chime
Today as I sat down to write something,
I ended up conjuring nothing.
No thoughts came to stir up my brain
And no topic I found- save my strain.
But I wasn’t ready to willfully give up
And waited impatient for my mind to clear up
I thought I shall settle with ‘Compassion’
But alas, it was charged with no passion.
The urge to write had grown into a fad
And I felt I was growing altogether mad
Feeling feverish with a compelling obsession
I was moving to a state of aggression
Driven by a fiery fancy to express
And a tormenting desire unable to suppress
With a mental state somewhat fierce
I climbed up and down the stairs.
I stood upside down and raked my head
So that a little poem, into it would be fed
Feeling dizzy, I stood suddenly upright
But on my head hung a heavy weight
I poured some water over my head
But knew my fever hadn’t fled
Madly pacing across the room
I tripped and fell down on a broom
Rising, I screamed with all my might
Making the household ring in fright.
‘What the hell is it?’ I did shout
And wriggled in pain as from gout
In mad frenzy, I ran round the house
No one knew the reason for my fuss
Soon it dawned on me that I needed some rest
For I was far more than stressed
So I sat down and closed my eyes
Thinking, attempting to squeeze out a poem is unwise.
I don’t know how long I sat in meditation
On waking up I got a fresh direction
From the grip of an entangling rigor
I restored my sanity and vigor
The sun had gone out of sight
And the moon was beautiful and bright
It was already growing late
And I put off my futile fight.
Ancient Alien Earthman
Captivating galaxies numbering more
than grains of sand carpeting a shore
Spheres orbiting stellar giants of yore
a plethora of exquisite jewels and ore
Humans should revel in their inclusion
amid a choreographed mystic creation
Flawlessly crafted objects of perfection
an orchestrated symphonic conception
Corroded vision envelops bigoted eyes
antediluvian blinders befuddle the wise
Deep consternations must be liberated
dread of unknowns willfully annihilated
Distant worlds peculiar and enchanting
purple skies bring snowflakes in spring
Hopefulness aroused by emerald moon
patiently await solar heat not monsoon
Wanderlust evokes interstellar journeys
light years away towards a dark furnace
Emanating celestial wonders exude elan
Starman greets Ancient Alien Earthman!
3/21/2022
8:20 p.m.
Lake Worth
Florida USA
“The Lord is my Shepherd”
Unless there’s somewhere I want to go
I pretend I’m seeking guidance
Yet my pace doesn’t slow.
“I Shall not want”
But really I know that isn’t true
My appetites are plenty
and I crave what is new
“He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:”
Still I am so quick to rise
My Father resides in Heaven
Why do I choose the prince of lies.
“He leadeth me beside the still waters.”
From which I should drink
My soul cries out to be quenched
But it’s blocked by the things I think.
“He restoreith my soul:
So why do I stray
Just a foolish sheep
Who wants to go my own way
“he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness
for his name’s sake.”
I’m willfully foolish
with each step that I take
“Yea though I walk through the valley
of the shadow of death.
I will fear no evil:”
As I take in each breath.
“for Thou art with me;”
You haven’t let me go
By softening my heart
you free me to grow
“Thy Rod and thy staff they comfort me”
I no longer fear your correction
Yours is an abiding Love
I’m under your protection
“Thou preparest a table before me
In the presence of my enemies:”
They cannot harm me
I’m as safe as a summer breeze
“Thou anointest my head with oil:
My cup runneth over.”
I no longer seek foolish things
With You I walk among clover
“Surely goodness and mercy
shall follow me
all the days of my life:
And I will dwell in the house of the Lord
Forever.”
Outside of civil man’s well tended garden,
A field of briars willfully encroached,
Threatening the peaceful flowers without pardon.
Oh these gardeners fought hard as the briars approached.
“You don’t belong here, you’re not good enough!”
“You are snarled with iniquity and with thorns.”
“You live a life so very harsh and rough…”
“What good can you bring?” they said with deep seated scorn.
And the briar replied that hot summer day,
“Deep within these unforgiving boughs
Lives a flower who doesn’t have much to say
Except a story concerning what you espouse.”
“You see there lives a dragon scorned just over the way,
Who tossed opportunity and harbingers to the wind,
Because life is glorious and he loves to play…
Carefree and cavalier is how his days were spent.”
“He playfully trampled gardens carefully tended,
By pious gardeners without wings who would never fly,
Until he happened upon a flower wonderfully scented,
Crimson in color, the flower reflected beauty in his eye,”
“Eagerly he reached forward to make it his own,
But this glorious flower was protected by thorns,
And gave the dragon a prick to change his tone,
And it was in that prick that true love was born.”
“Now the dragon is older and has spent his days,
Watching over this rose, the love of his life,
Learning about beauty and awe inspiring ways.
His world now protected by thorn and briar.”
“He has discovered great beauty and learned much,
And no longer does the dragon destroy with fire.”
“But should you gardeners even dare to touch
A single branch or bough in this tangled briar…”
“You will face both the Dragon and the Rose,
Who with great love now protect each other,
From pious gardeners who would have them go,
Because neither can be kept on a tether.”
“So snip your lilies and pluck your weeds,
Make your lives as perfect as they can be,
For in this harsh briar we continue to watch love grow,
That of a magnificent Dragon and the beautiful Rose.”
A fallacy, that every 'once upon a time'
is a beautiful fantasy, for some hold lies
Fairytales have a hero, but also a villain
masked in sheep's clothing as a disguise
Red Riding Hood defeated the Big Bad Wolf
Billy Goat Gruff butted a troll to the stream
Simba overthrew Scar, vile imposter king
People are not always what they seem
A fancy dressed pirate was Captain Hook
Voldemart was He Who Must Not Be Named
Shere Khan, a snake slithering in the grass
Cold-hearted scoundrels should be blamed
Crows cluster to feast upon weak and dying
Sharks speed to feed in frenzied gathering
Wicked queens and witches jostle for power
boasting in gibberish while foolishly blathering
With evil intentions, dark minds contemplate
lurking in shadows while stalking their prey
for vengeance and spite, they congregate
water holes are dangerous on any given day
A real hero has no need to don a serape
Doesn't wield a sword with sharpened blade
A person with courage can dip a nib in ink
Dress in pink ruffles, wear her hair in a braid
Never tempt fate by entering a dragon's lair
Do not willfully step into the nest of a viper
or praise a chamaleon for its deceitful charade
while he plays the luring tune of a Pied Piper
Think carefully before you fork your tongue
or write words that can easily be misconstrued
Throw off the sinister attitude of a blackguard
unless you take delight in being labeled "crude"
Meandering in ocean breeze, love pondered romantic themes
Cherishing each other's company, early days saw happy dreams
Boasting vibrant sunsets we strolled, charming ardent evenings
Wallowing depth of loving embrace, longing to hold till eternity
Things soon changed, as cosmic paradise became a sullen sky
When bewildered stars saw you depart without a hint of sigh
Abandoning me on a lonesome path hurting my doting pride
Never uttering a word of regret, having left without a goodbye
Now you arrive, uninvited, reminiscing in days of fervid hues
As foolishly I discard my heart's protest, saying our love's true
Demanding a response from someone whom I so dearly knew:
Anyone who had a heart would love me too. Why won't you?
Indulging in my love you evoke passions deliberately tantalizing
Arousing memories we left behind when dawn was still rising
Claiming your place as beloved, finding comfort in its meaning
As I let you steal my kisses willfully, blown fondly from my lips
Forgive me I won't, upon quiet reflection, for what I've done
Allowing you to fool me again at the urging of genuine love
Condoning you hiding behind the faceless stories you've spun
Wanting your attention before I curl up like a rose abandoned
June 24, 2018
Placed 2nd in Cilla Black contest by Teppo Gren
Song: Anyone who had a heart
Society
an illusion, the shimmering mirage in a blistering desert of homogeny
with silicon grains seen only as dunes
mass minded sheep willfully penned in suspiciously safe paddocks
fearful of everything and nothing
tumultuous ocean with waves of conformism and exclusion
where rivers of contrast flow diluted to extinction
one and few dreaming in clouds and walking on air
tethered to a wonderfully disparate and inclusive reality
September 24, 2016
Poetry Contest: What is Society?
Sponsor: Ir0nic ZiNk
Rules:
- Let's see if you can describe society better than the next.
- You may terrify me.
- you may glorify me.
- You may even simply summarize society to the best of your ability.
- 10 lines max...
- bring it on! No holds bar
- Any form allowed