Best With Authority Poems
The Color of Space
His spaceship alit on a foreign world
deep in the midst of the outer space
two moons gazing down devoid of all air
he kept his mask on and walked down the plank
opened the door to retreat from the hull
He was there for a purpose
for diplomacy’s sake
to seek a new race and find a new place
in hopes that they trade
since the earth needed more
an avatar sought
for the future of lore
The leader approached
his habiliment WHITE
and his face a pale GREEN
he exacted his speech
with authority and grace
I promise the cargo that you request
in the time that is due it will be our best
for our BLUE men work as we command
to produce what you need or they will be replaced
and another blue man will fill in the space
to satisfy your monthly needs
He gazed at the workers bedraggled with sweat
their uniforms worn not a word from their lips
he considered his quest and returned to his ship
He removed his mask and stared out of the hull
he pondered the planet that he will leave
A million miles from Earth and the stigma remains
he grabbed a BLACK towel and wiped his BROWN face
will MANS inhumanity to MAN ever change
Categories:
with authority, racism, planet,
Form:
Free verse
A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN
Her face was a constellation of perfections
She was ravishing; beautiful beyond condemnation.
Her voice was like many water
Yet, it's coo whenever she sputtered.
Her gait was just so alluring
No wonder men couldn't help but kept gazing.
She trod on her pathway like a goddess -
This woman I saw was priceless.
Even her dance step sent signals to heavenly bodies
The immortals were mesmerized - she was more than a novice.
The flexibility of her body was as a swift wind
It moved so fast, it could not be filmed.
When she sang, it was like that of an angel
Kingdoms let loosed: heaven, earth and hell
In her eyes, you'd see paradise
In her world, great men and women did arise
There was ample concinnity in her kingdom
Everything was cloudless, no entrenchment of freedom
She also spoke with authority and with great audacity
Owning to her greatness, she created a brawny fraternity
Loosed men and women longed to have her by their side
'Sorry, I'm not your type' she did chide
They tried to restrain, but they were so much in love
Her being angry at them only waxed their hearts together in her glove
Men of great status came to have her
They were with their luxuries - they came from afar
The splendour of her beauty got them sprawling to the floor
The radiance of her look made their visions blur
In her, greatness was defined
There are so many traits of hers which can't be outlined
She kept her statute; she was a woman of virtue
Her works were known, they reached their plateau
Of a truth, this woman is a goddess
And this makes me remember the game of chess
At the end, the king and queen are brought to rear
So also is this woman I saw. Her name is Nigeria.
Categories:
with authority, beautiful, inspirational, success, uplifting,
Form:
Ekphrasis
THE NIGHTINGALE LOST HER LAMP
Anita’s eyes were brown.
She was the kindest of angels.
Her speech firm with authority
but reassuring with a glass- like
sensitivity; she seemed to know all.
Prompt as a rooster's first crow,
that's how she is.
She stands like a lioness
ever ready to act, a channel
to prolong the patient's life.
Her heart is a captive cog
of dedicated compassion:
as a wife, as a mother, as a Dean,
Professor, and as a nurse.
She stood always regal in white.
Bearing a sanction of life and death
with each shot made by her gentle hands.
She had Tiger eyes for signs and symptoms;
sponges to absorb order and pressures,
she was simply a lamp for a sick person.
Our batch, she handles with iron fist.
Labeled as "black sheep" – for some of us
are noisy cans but empty inside.
Black sheep but later turned into
the cream of the crop. She stood as
our Samson pillars then despite canyons of
doubts and critiques, our batch defies the odds.
Yet, one day a snapshot happened –
She fainted while teaching.
She was brought to the hospital,
scrutinized and observed like
the frog in my sophomore year.
I was one of the nurses who rendered care.
I watched, how the shining light in her eyes
turned to stormy sadness. I have heard
how her sturdy voice now sounded
a tattered tape only syllables and groans,
no more. Her before supple glowing skin
turned a wrinkled ash — all tautness gone.
Finally, she needs only bags of blood
in two days her life passed my Anita...
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Sponsor Thomas Martin
Contest Name Show but Don't Tell
Placed 3rd...
O.E. Guillermo
5:15 pm, May 19, 2015
Categories:
with authority, courage, life, lost, love,
Form:
Free verse
Always seek to be guided by the North star - Polaris
But never forget to look daily at the Southern Cross
Constantly be reminded that a greater power is also stirring your ship.
Deny yourself the enchanting songs of temptations
Endure and listen to the whispering waves of truth
Fight the cold and heat that wears you down
Get enough sleep for the day will surely be long
Help strangers along the way, keep your rafts and life rings ready.
In strong winds, ride the waves but grip the helm steady
Just you, only you- the captain decides your destiny
Keep your lifeline always secure
Lest sudden waves of trials come crashing
Manage your provisions wisely for land maybe distant
Note every important turn or decision for you may need markers
Order your men with authority but keep a humble heart
Picture your goals, make vivid your plans and charge!
Quietly accept defeat and learn from mistakes but keep charging.
Respect everyone for what they are, even your subordinates.
Stay on course, veer only when necessary but be wary of time
Teach and learn from teaching
Ultimately, be the master of your time…
Vanguard of your wishes and hopes…
Winner of your struggles…
Xenagogue of lost souls…
Yoke of dependence and comfort
Zealot of faith and love.
Categories:
with authority, life
Form:
ABC
To reach nirvana
Poet paradise
You have to reach the third level
It's a journey to forever
It may take some their whole lifetime,
and others may never get there
It's a quantum leap
fraught with uncertainty
First it takes writing skill,
then an inexhaustible will
and finally, untapped creativity
The first level is easy
Most anyone can do it,
you simply write what you feel and think
It requires no linguistic coordination,
no moral obligation,
just the courage to dive in, unafraid to sink
Some people drown in their own words,
no sense of it all can be heard,
just a rapid ride on their stream of consciousness
If you make it through the first level
with pen still in hand and curiosity still intact,
you can further elevate and explore
But a lot of poets, sadly, become satisfied with where they're at
The second level is much harder
Not everyone can do it,
exploring themes not from your own personal experience
It's a precarious climb
melding a vicarious mind,
leading you sometimes to places that you never sought to find
Some people can't handle it, they cower away
when facing the daunting realm of the unknown
Unanchored from their familiar world view, their confidence be gone
If you make through the second level
with sound mind in place and determination still undeterred,
you can shed the constraints of time and space
But more winnowed poets, regrettably,
haven't the creative stamina to finish the race
The third level is the most difficult to reach
Only breached by a chosen few,
who were born to travel to the farthest dimensions of the mind
They breathe unexplored air,
they speak with authority of being there
Poetic pioneers fearlessly going where others are not so inclined
They are chosen ones who enter a hidden sacred space;
transversing the treacherous depths of the heart, facing come what may
They are timeless souls searching beyond the veiled gray
They've reached the third level
Nirvana
Poet paradise
The nexus of every imagined possibility:
they will be faithful to observe,
faithful to record,
faithful to write all that they see
Categories:
with authority, allegory, allusion, beauty, courage,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Take your place among the lowly,
Walk the path that Jesus walked,
There has never been one like Him,
With authority He taught.
With compassion, cast out demons,
Heaven's truths revealed to all,
Many wonders worked He daily,
Won the hearts of great and small.
But, when He stood facing Pilate,
Few there were who followed then,
Still, with Him, there was forgiveness,
For the souls of faithful men.
Because what they didn't know then,
As the lowly path He trod,
Was that He Who hung on Calvary,
Truly was the Son of God.
(copyright 10/30/15)
Categories:
with authority, bible, christian, feelings, spiritual,
Form:
Lyric
Jesus faced many attacks on earth
so often the Jewish leaders did attack
they made Him their number-one target
seeking to draw Him in that He's crack
Here the Jews were really angry
as they chose to attack with rocks
this is the son of God they hated
but they wanted Jesus in the dock
Jesus now spoke with authority
declared He had shown to them
many good works from God His father
what could they say? to God's gem
The Lord then asked the question
'which good works do you try to stone me?'
here God turned them in a spin
for they yet would pin Him to a tree
These Jews wouldn't bow to Jesus
indeed they wanted Him dead
on a cross, He paid for their sin
to bring salvation to believe in
(John10: 31-32
The Jews picked up rocks to stone Jesus. Jesus answered them, "I have shown you many good works from my Father. For which of these are you trying to stone me?")
Categories:
with authority, bible, jesus, jewish,
Form:
Rhyme
She went into apocalyptic shock.
What is that?
I do not know, but it sounds catamorphic to me.
I smile at my aunt, who knows everything.
Always has, always will.
And that means?
It means a psycholometergist was called in.
Really? It sounds more like a medical condition to me.
Where did you get your degree? Online?
Talking to her is a treat.
She always speaks with authority using the biggest words.
Categories:
with authority, word play, words,
Form:
Light Verse
Too much is on my mind and
It's haunting me like a bad dream.
Making it tough to sleep and,
When I'm wake when it's effecting me.
A form of fear that won't let go of me.
I wish I could run away,
But it catches up to me
And latches on with authority.
It makes me mad that no one understands me.
Imagine speaking to a deaf person,
Who doesn't know how to read?
Or walking blind with no one to lead.
I'd hate to find out what they really say,
With heads turned the opposite way.
Talking in code like reading hieroglyphics,
I need someone to rescue me from my insecurity.
I hate what stress is doing in me,
I'm in a dark place and it's killing me;
I hate what stress is doing in me.
Whether staring at my eye lids,
Or Eyes wide open in the dark;
It all looks the same,
The color pitch black is all around.
I'm trying to keep myself,
Together and in check.
Great at balancing many tasks,
Without really breaking a sweat.
At times it can become too much
Like overloading a circuit with too many plugs.
Overpowered and burned out,
I need someone to help me out.
The fear of being alone and stranded,
Has got me lost looking for answers.
The weight of fear is falling heavy now,
The colors of death are clear now;
Help me turn away from my path,
Before I go too far on this track.
Categories:
with authority, dark, fear, hurt, imagery,
Form:
Rhyme
We’ve CANCELLED your job
Immediately
but you have been renewed
to enter a field with a better aim
to CANCEL out your dated brain
to secure you with a daunting task
to invalidate your former mask
of a 9 to 5 mentality
and learn to speak with authority
This is your desk and here’s your job
to remove employees with finality
and CANCEL paid leave temporarily
make this your credo diligently
starting with Mr. Adderley
and when you have reached one seventy
we'll have replenished our money finally
and your job will be CANCELLED
Immediately
May 25,2014
Categories:
with authority, humor,
Form:
Blank verse
for all the watches I stood
right after my own childhood
I stood with authority
and never seeking pity
as a Toastmaster
speeches went faster
I stood my post many times
and at times given some rhymes
no matter than or now
I do have the know how
Categories:
with authority, childhood, military,
Form:
Couplet
~~Johnny Depp Wrapped in ChocolateThat Would Be Heaven Sent~~
Bonjour môn amies a ballade to write, will be my fait accompli
The trials of a woman to bring love - in a village that did not play.
An alluring female chocolatier opens a choclaterie-e
Hated by the Mayor she wished her plans she never did lay
Ooh la la !! Her dress was racy - but still they began to pay
Johnny Depp was her gypsy lover when on the river they went
But she had to win the love of others to fulfil plans, come what may
Johnny Depp wrapped in chocolate - that would be heaven sent.
A village so French - a so called femme fatal-e
She determined to change there outlook and stay
Viva la difference, but one by one she turned them to see
Her chocolate treats did melt in mouth - in secret they did say
C’est manifique - they whispered with authority
Her sweets bites bought together those she thought were meant
Even though some tried to block her treats others made a silent plea
Johnny Depp wrapped in chocolate – that would be heaven sent.
To church the lady never went an illegitimate child the Mayor did see
But slowly the French ladies turned to love this alluring woman and say
Her chocolate they thought magical- her raison d’etre it must be
Her tête-à-têtes were to open hearts, and bring peace and love to stay
Reconciliations made in her chocolate shop - their thoughts began to sway
But no chocolates were they to eat, and the reason - it was lent…
But those that did dare to try - found on their tongues it did dance and play
But Johnny Depp wrapped in chocolate - that would be heaven sent.
Prince Depp my piece-de-resistance, is there for all to see
My joie de vivre if I had been there, even though it may be lent
I would have paid money just to see…
Johnny Depp wrapped in chocolate - that would be heaven sent.
©
For the Un Deux Trois contest....well at least I tried ha ha
Categories:
with authority, funny, woman, heaven, chocolate,
Form:
Ballade
Mankind's place within society
to be the family's ultimate head
ruling and reigning with authority
this the scripture have clearly said
The woes of today's society
are seen when we look back
as man has relinquished responsibility
and refuses to keep on track
They've allowed women to take over
to sit in man's authoritative place
this is not the divine position
ordained at creation of human race
The world's woes and troubles
will never be put right
till man accepts divine instruction
to do what God says is right
Categories:
with authority, leadership, men, society,
Form:
Rhyme
I watched him when he was just a boy
Looking wide eyed in the carpenters house
As Joseph carved and crafted wood.
Then years later, I heard him teaching
On the shores of the lake in Gallilee
Carving the souls of all who listened
With teaching that came from such depths.
He spoke with authority, wisdom and love
Capturing all those present with his truth
As he had captured so many fish hours earlier.
But on that day
I stood on a corner in Jerusalem.
In the distance, the babble of a crowd
Jeering , laughing and shouting,
A cacophony of hate, approached.
The hot afternoon sun’s draining heat
Seemed only to fuel the mobs anger.
As they came near, I saw a man
Carrying a heavy, wooden cross.
His head bent. body stooped
Blood dripping from the thorny crown
The soldiers had forced upon his head.
I gasped to see this human frame
As it collapsed upon the dusty street
Unable to bear the terrible weight
Of the heavy wooden beams
And the sins of mankind.
I ran to him, an urge to do something
Overpowered any fear of the soldiers
I placed a cloth over his blood stained face
He looked at me with gentle eyes
Now I could see his features
I recognised him , he was Jesus.
I folded away the cloth
That bore the imprint of his face
Etched in blood and sweat .
In the depth of his pain and torment
He looked at me with eyes full of love
The impression they made on my soul
Was so immense, so powerful
That tears were flowing down my face.
I backed away as the crowd moved on.
Later I saw them take his fractured body
From the blood stained cross.
I watched as his mother held her son
Before they took his body away.
To the tomb that had been prepared.
But would not prove to be
His final resting place.
For I knew, in that moment, when I looked
Into the face of the son of God.
He would rise again
As he had said.
Easter Poetry Contest
Sponsor Regina McIntosh
7/4/22
Categories:
with authority, easter, forgiveness, god, jesus,
Form:
Free verse
A DEMONIC DEMOCRACY
“We interrupt regularly scheduled programming to present the President”……
And yet he just keeps talking
No verbiage can he espouse that I would ever care to hear
While all I see is smoke and a lot of fragile mirrors
Besides, he’s interrupting “The Price Is Right”
And the only redeeming value of this entire exercise in futility is that there are no commercials
But then again, when will I have time to grab a snack?
But then again, this is one show I can leave for ten minutes
And know precisely what has happened
Which is much of nothing
Inquirers ask about bombs, terrorists and terror on the other side of the globe
As his words defile the robe he dons with vanity and the devaluation of veracity
And the honesty he dodges like the soldiers ducking bullets
in the god forsaken place he ordered them with authority and impunity to
An acrid and arid area where deserts breed dishonesty
While lies about a misguided agenda vie with reality
And insult the reporters who flank him in awareness
Glancing sideways at the way he jousts with injustice
As he stands there with an icy stare daring indifference
And a shrug of the shoulders our country rests upon
And yet, he just keeps talking
They interrupted my favorite game show for a show of force
Or, more appropriately, a show of farce
And his cognizant awareness of fairness is sparse
While he reveals himself with a condescending attitude by a man with no conscience
And no viable discipline that he can ascribe to righteousness
His is a partisan program wherein donkeys have a tug of war with elephants
And in the end the rope will finally snap before a winner is declared
Nor is bloodiness spared
Because no one really wins when mutual loss is a matter of course
And there are no benefits to a battle fought in silence
Where too many people remain mute as their enemies follow suit
As secrets slay the demon in democracy
And yet he just keeps talking……
“We now return you to regularly scheduled programming”
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Categories:
with authority, angst,
Form:
Free verse