Best Wy Poems
I’m a poet who was made not born
Molded by God through people, my inspiration
I became a poet so I can stand on my own
With God’s love and strength
Through my creative expression.
Poetry is my aesthetic way to express
By writing my stories of joy and loneliness
I became a poet to share my failure and success
For a day-to-day’s journey
God’s love is just around to give hope, bless.
Why did I become a poet?
Because of the people I’ve loved and met
To creatively reveal God's nature’s wonders, not a secret
In fear, doubt, stress or exhaustion
I lean on poetry’s comforting wall, my parapet.
Along with my job is my ministry
Done in my special way through poetry
I became a poet with Almighty Lord’s precious gift
To share His words like songs with praising arms like a tree.
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(The poem below wasn't included in the contest. I'm posting it today, Aug. 10, 2024 5.49pm for keepsake. I've scribbled this just after writing my contest entry above.)
How Nature Made Me A Poet
Seed of poetry has been sown in my heart,
By sowers who played the biggest part;
Poetry seed grew and nurtured from the start,
From reciting rhymes with actions at age five.
Seed of poetry has been watered by mom and school,
When memorizing poem was my forte, so cool!
As I bloomed, I started to admire and fall in love like a fool,
To words where I express creatively gliding like waterfall.
My words came in various poems filling my paper,
When joy and love spark as odds to nature’s wonder;
In pains and sadness, writing poems is my comforter,
‘Til I realized, I’m also poet to share and adore our Almighty Father.
TIME AND PLACE
Spring is found in the Lowland valleys with gowan-filled braes of Scotland
When the early-reaching flowers bloom in cool freshness, and
The air is bracing and always new-washed-glass clean -
With the Ochils in the background green,
Willing us, begging us -- Come to the heather hills, please !
Around Ben Lomond, they perfume the breeze
With memories of Bruce and Wallace
And feel young in our face.
Summer is a thousand-mile southbound road-trip heading
To Yellowstone through Montana and Wyoming,
With 104F degree air gushing in the vent,
And dinner in the Angel Inn, where we went
For a chicken smorgasbord snack
And a cool six pack.
Autumn is a Saskatchewan garden with leaves singing,
Tenacious against a hissing wind; and clinging
Above the grass, feeling the ice-chilled bite,
Anticipating a coming gown of white.
Winter is cold with lots of snow:
Moscow.
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20 August 2014
Notes:
Gowan = small daisy-like flower
Brae = riverbank
Ochils = Ochil Hills, a lovely upland part of the Forth Valley
Bruce and Wallace = famous Scots heroes in history
Angel Inn is near Casper, WY
Moscow - capital of Russia
A new life it seems
Has come my way
In the mountains
And plains of Wy-o-ming
I look out of my window
And Antelope play
Go out to the kids place
Where the buffalo stay
The rain has been plenty
And the winds not still
If you call blowing
A 500 lb ol’ lady down a hill
I exaggerated a bit
But how would you know
You ain’t ever seed me
So I’ll just let it go.
From a big house
With no spare room
I now live in a trailer
Just a little bit closer to all of my treasures
I’m trying to fit in and believe me
I say it with a grin
I’ll just give you an example
My friends
At the Arena Football Game the other night
My son-in-law got bored
He took out his great big knife
While I watched them make a next score
Next thing I knew folks
Folks were falling off of their seats
And when I turned around
The same thought hit me
He had cut if the bottoms off of two plastic beer bottles
And was holding them up to his eyes like a pair of goggles
And just about then
All around started to sing
Billy’s got his beer goggles on
Only his name is Fred but what the heck
You see him ‘n me gits ‘long great
Our only goal in life
Is to see which of us
Can out do the other
I went garage saleing
With them the next day
And I bought two air conditioners
Per se
And when we arrived
Back at my place
We stuffed one in my pickup
And the other in his truck
Remember I told you
My house is quite small
It’s almost impossible
To walk in the door at all
It was late
And the wind and rain
Made installing them
Something for another day
I guess things can’t be too bad between us
Cause I gave him permission to use my lawn tractor
But dog gone sometimes he can be to nice
Making me feel like he’s my baby sitter
But the day he hollered, “Do you want your coke ‘n cane”
Shirlee hollered back, “Fred, don’t use those two words so close together
The neighbors might hear
And get the wrong impression”
So as the sun in the west
Shines in my eyes
I’ll close for now
And wish you all a good night
Cile Beer
SEASONAL PLACES
Spring is found in the Lowland valleys with gowan-filled braes of Scotland
When the early-reaching flowers bloom in cool freshness, and
The air is bracing and always new-washed-glass clean -
With the Ochils in the background green,
Willing us, begging us -- Go to the heather hills, please !
Around Ben Lomond, they perfume the breeze
With memories of Bruce and Wallace
And feel young in our face.
Summer is a thousand-mile southbound road trip heading
To Yellowstone through Montana and Wyoming,
With 104F degree air gushing in the vent,
And dinner in the Angel Inn, where we went
For a chicken smorgasbord snack
And a cool six pack.
Autumn is a Saskatchewan garden with leaves singing,
Tenacious against a hissing wind; and clinging
Above the grass, feeling the snow-chilled bite,
Anticipating a coming gown of white.
Winter is everything dead:
Gateshead.
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Notes
Gowan = small daisy-like flower
Brae = riverbank
Ochils = Ochil Hills, a lovely upland part of the Forth Valley
Bruce and Wallace = famous Scots heroes in history
Angel Inn is near Casper, WY
Gateshead = dreadful UK industrial town - do not visit it.
George talks about 'Them Cowgirls,"
While Willie's "Blue Eyes Are Crying In The Rain."
Tim talked about "Back Then"
And Bucky admits "It Was A Different Life."
Toby is a "Man Of His Convictions"
But Brad is "Better On Line."
Josh "Stopped Loving Her Today"
But Kenny said "She Can't Be Anything But Mine."
Does that mean one of them will have to "Walk The Line?"
Kenny says "Don't Blink"
Or you may find Tim is "Already Home."
"Tear Drops On My Guitar" has Taylor like Lambert
"Famous In A Small Town."
I arrived "Down In The Boon Docks"
Only to find Rodney was "Going Through Hell"
Rascal Flatts hit the "Long Broken Road"
Telling my Billy "You Are The Only World I Know"
Tracy Lawrence was talking to "The Keeper Of The Stars"
And Lee Greenwood was asking "God Bless The USA"
Toby Keith was bursting with pride as he said "I'm An American"
And John Michael Montgomery was busy sending "Letters From Home"
Darell Worley asks "Have You Forgotten?"
Toby Keith replies with "The Taliban Song."
"Yee Haw" hollered Jake Owens
While Steve Holy "Got A Brand New Girl Friend"
Direks says "Free And Easy Down The Road I Go."
While Tim and Faith were telling each other "I Need You."
Josh asks "Would You Go With Me"
As Dierks Bently agrees with me " Every Miles A Memory"
Kenny C. said "You Had Me From Hello"
But George prefers the "Beaches Of Old Mexico"
I saved this special song for the end.
Alabama's "Angels Among Us"
Every time I hear this song I break out in a cold sweat. Many years ago my
granddaughter Mariah in Casper, Wy was attending the summer camp, on
Casper Mountain, for her boys and girls group. This group included handicapped
children. Friday afternoon the children presented a program for the parents. It
was magnificent. The children helped the handicapped children get on and off of
the stage for their part in the program. The finally began with all of the children on
stage. They played Alabama's song "Angels Among Us" but the children all
preformed it in sign language. There was not a dry eye in the audience. A well
deserved ending to a successful summer camp.
God Bless, Cile
The familiar phrase in Italian, ‘ciao’
closely links me to human understanding,
that relationship within one’s sanctuary
highlights its meaning of joy and bonding.
It’s a friendly salutation, a common greeting,
I like it as a cultured, ethical person,
I like it as a way to wish someone
With great respect and importance.
It makes me feel happy and recall
those beautiful people I met before
they’re real and caring souls
suffused with love and fear of God.
Perhaps others may wonder
wy I always mention them;
trough words and even in writing
tey really deserve this revelation.
My friends in Brescia, Italy
Knew well that journey to be true
As friends or persons with faith
a gateway to sacred relationship.
Our friendship has gone through the years,
wth some gray hair and physical changes
yet in spite of distance and pregnant pause
we’ve remained good and loving friends.
Up in the hill where I spent some days with them
I came to know more their own struggle
having a family with kids growing
I could imagine the need to be strong.
Luigi and Patrizia, their names so beautiful
with their children – Alessandro and Claudia
who are truly precious gifts, a continuation;
the answer to their own vision and expectation.
I hope to visit them again in the near future
they’re special people to my heart and soul;
their countless kindness and thoughtfulness
will always make me remember their deep ‘ciao.’
Torn in the complication,
My life's just a hallucination,
No place for love or infatuation,
Want to end it but am in hesitation.
Filled with frustration,
Can i ever cope up with this situation,
Facing seperation....nd way too long of condemnation,
Want to end it but am in hesitation.
Am i worth of no admiration,?
Wy am I undergoing so much humiliation?
Dere's no way its going to be a subject of satisfaction,
Want to end i but am in hesitation.
I dnt need redemption,
All i need is a mere reputation,
Am in confusion.....DO i need LOVE or any other beautiful emotion?
Or maybe my only saviour is my SALVATION.
NO,NO.....WAIT,
Coz dis world is divided into factions,
And selfishness still has a little limitation,
Good ones still find prevalation,
ANd every cloud has no evil PERSONIFICATION.
Maybe ending my life is no solution to dis confusion,
Coz life's happy phase is finding initiation,
PERSEVERE,PERSEVERE nd PERSEVERE....coz life's beauty needs no introduction,
find a happy soul nearby nd turn ur gloomy life into a happy vacation.
At last i have no hesitation,
Now i know salvation could have been no solution,
Defeat the gloom wid all ur preparation,
Nd ur life is bound to undergo simplification.
Dere's some new sensation,
ND i hope it finds no termination,
BT i wont feel sad if it all ends.....coz life is a portfolio of colurs...nd dats d way it achieves its perfection,
Hapiness is best savoured only when in sadness it finds connection,
ND voth r served To u in d form of an insatiable collection
Torn in the complication,
My life's just a hallucination,
No place for love or infatuation,
Want to end it but am in hesitation.
Filled with frustration,
Can i ever cope up with this situation,
Facing seperation....nd way too long of condemnation,
Want to end it but am in hesitation.
Am i worth of no admiration,?
Wy am I undergoing so much humiliation?
Dere's no way its going to be a subject of satisfaction,
Want to end i but am in hesitation.
I dnt need redemption,
All i need is a mere reputation,
Am in confusion.....DO i need LOVE or any other beautiful emotion?
Or maybe my only saviour is my SALVATION.
NO,NO.....WAIT,
Coz dis world is divided into factions,
And selfishness still has a little limitation,
Good ones still find prevalation,
ANd every cloud has no evil PERSONIFICATION.
Maybe ending my life is no solution to dis confusion,
Coz life's happy phase is finding initiation,
PERSEVERE,PERSEVERE nd PERSEVERE....coz life's beauty needs no introduction,
find a happy soul nearby nd turn ur gloomy life into a happy vacation.
At last i have no hesitation,
Now i know salvation could have been no solution,
Defeat the gloom wid all ur preparation,
Nd ur life is bound to undergo simplification.
Dere's some new sensation,
ND i hope it finds no termination,
BT i wont feel sad if it all ends.....coz life is a portfolio of colurs...nd dats d way it achieves its perfection,
Hapiness is best savoured only when in sadness it finds connection,
ND voth r served To u in d form of an insatiable collection
what do i do
to be with you
you said forever
now its what ever
i cant live this way
my heart wants to break
the longer i wait
the more it fades
my heart feels like its in a race
there is danger every wy i face
it feels like a big disgrace
you said you loved me
now you want to be above me
i want you but you cant be true
bu why i ask when you wear that mask
do i wnat to be with you
i need a clue
to see if your true
so i ask
what do i do to be with you
Yu wanta kno wy ey shud whin yer kontest
Becaws ey em aye gurate speler...yu cee
Ey allweighs cheq mi dickshunery twyce, behst...
Befour ey ryte mi storeys ore po.itree
I Am A Winner Poetry Contest
Sponsor Bobby May
2-28-2019
The tears in a mother’s eye when she asks wy
Something born of beauty so soon had to die
She will try and try again to help to heal to sooth the pain
Capturing a sunset and a sunrise
Remembering the sparkle in her daughters eyes
Swiftly taken away so sad, so unfair
Is the separation of this innocent pair
Broken hearted her only child is no longer there
She prays there is no more pain
She prays her young heart is happy again.
My love is deepr than the deepest ocean,
wider han the ocean floor;
I know that what I'm feeling is true,
because I've never felt like this before.
Why does my heart feel this wy?
It's like a butterly fluttering away.
Tell me you love me too;
that you feel the same way as I do.
I want to spend the rest of my life with the one I love,
his name is Anthony, he's my angel from up above.
Or i in the inn of the Djinn of the winning whim
Sorry for all those things i am going to do
looking in the shadow
for something
looking for me
Give away my free will
not by choice
The aliens have landed
but humanity's in a VR helmet
and haven't
notice
if you have noticed this notice
just to say
thanks for
noticing
if i lived forever
would i ever be happy
Angels shake their heads
while demons chorus tutting
if i could give a i wouldn't
Forcing my last breath as i spit at death
holding the grain by the grain
write in the wrong mind of frame
We of the ird
The abs of the bird
Cases full of knots and nuts
Put an m at the start of my ad
men until the until
Treeing out the wrong bark
Broke the Hatters favourite hat
he might be a little upset
Peoople is strange
When you are Strange
Error no such data
Wy do we need the h
Free with all my eeks
oddded an extra d
adde an negative d
Pecking at ever uliar
Arranged the d pacifically
Specifically specimen unspecified
A chain
Mis-----sing linked
Never blinked
cause i don't want to open my eyes
Paul Cezanne wasa little obsessed
perhaps a consequence of stress
Painting Mont St Victoire agin&again
as a wy of releasing artistic pain
God I am still not getting it ,like many i don't. I cant shut eyes on things and pretend you not seeing all the evil like we thought and thinking you shut eyes on this world even thou You love us as bible sais and that's why you gave your Son .Like we assumed that you are hopeless because people suffering and dying. I dont understand!!! I dont ! that you couldnt just destroy devil satan bad angels from the start ! I dont understand anything at all nothing , zero .Having believing in great |God i dont understand why all this. yet yes i do believe! but does it change anything ? wy my faith believing doesn't give me understanding of this situation bad situation .