Best Xylem Poems
Allow altruistic artistry among ailing american adversaries.
Bartering begins before begging beasts break brothers.
Capture calamity controlling catastrophe calming castration.
Dedicate decisions directed down dreary deaf disillusionment.
Eradicate equality earning efficient energetic epiphany.
Follow fallen foreigners forgetting faithful flight from fluid folly.
Gasping greatness growing grapes given golden goodness.
Halt hollow hearts hearing helpless happiness.
Imagine impurity imitating indestructible ice inflicting impotent illness.
Justify jolly jerusalem jingling janitors joining january’s jewelry.
Kill kindergarten kings kicking kindly kindred kilts.
Lament likeable links lingering lowly light like lavender letters.
Mount monetary moments melting motherly marshal monuments.
Negate nightly notions noticing nurtured naughty nakedness.
Open oblivious obligation of odd operative oceans.
Propagate proposed premonitions producing proud pirate papas.
Quiet quilted questions quickly quoting quaint qualm quandary.
Remember righteous royalty returning rotten remnant rage.
Skip silent sulking surrounding super salty sounds squeezing sanity.
Teach talented tearful tyrants total trivial topics training treason.
Utter utopian universality upon united unitarian usurpers.
Violate vermin validity valuing victorious vomiting virgin volunteers.
Wash wandering women wondering whether western whiteness welcomes war.
X-ray xeric xenophobic xylem-made xebec.
Yearn yellow yearlings yelling yonder yuletide yachtsmen.
Zebra.
Acres of lush emerald meadows
burst forth from pregnant earth,
creating the perfect background for a
dazzling array of wildflowers.
Expectant mothers of beast and fowl
fill the countryside with new
generations, eager to find their way.
Honeybees and hummingbirds
in frenzied competition for sweet nectar.
Jasmine and gardenia blossoms
kindle their senses with a
lustful, pungent fragrance.
Mares, folding new colts,
nudgeing them gently up
on quivering, spindly legs.
Ponds give travel to ducklings following in the
quake of proud mamas.
Rainbow trout rush upstream to
spawn, before laying eggs in lazy pools.
Throughout floral scented air,
unfettered birds soar freely,
voicing a revival of hope and joy.
Whimsical butterflies take a rest on
xylem, between aireal ballets.
Young babes everywhere, renewing our world with a
zest for life's adventures, awaiting.
02/16/15
Contest: Abecedarian
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Through knowledge of God I am aware of my blessings.
An abundance of blessings in gifts, I've been given
By the hand of God, kindly bestowed on me, his
Child. I am a sheep within His flock, and He calls me
Daughter, for He is my Father, the Divine One, God.
Eagerly, I follow His teachings, obeying His commands.
Faithful shall I always be. I'm a lily growing in the field.
Gratefully indebted to Jesus for giving up his life.
Hope has been restored to me because of his sacrifice.
Instilled within my heart is the love I have for him.
Joyfully, I give praise in words and spiritual songs,
Keeping in mind, to turn away from temptation, for
Loyalty will be rewarded on the day of my reckoning.
My merciful Father gave the life of his only begotten son.
No greater gift could be given to me or anyone.
Obedience through faith I offer Him, for I am far from
Perfect, but he loves me in spite of my human flaws.
Quenched are my spiritual needs through prayer, and
Rich is my reward when offered the hope of eternal
Salvation, as foretold in scripture, Revelation 7:10*
Thankful to serve a righteous God, to whom I pray in
Undertones throughout the course of each day.
Vigilant shall I always be, to sing his praises in
Words of righteous glory. I am likened to the
Xylem tissue of a plant; faith flows inside my heart.
Yearning to be blessed by devotion to the one true God.
Zealously, but with humility, I deliver His message.
*Revelation 7:10: "...Salvation we owe to our God,
who is seated on the throne, and to the Lamb."
August 3, 2020
Share Your Blessings Poetically
Contest sponsored by: Beata Agustin
We met at point forty five
At the stop, the beast on four wheel drives
I intentionally ask for the travel fee
Unconcerned about your impression on me
The moment you spoke of the bus cost
My numbers and calculations were lost
I wanted you to be the ying to my yang
Be the caller, as my telephone rang
My wise professor taught me mathematics
With formulas got my mind performing acrobatics
When letters and numbers were combined
I hoped that we were eternally entwined
Can I ever find e if u are square root to 128?
128veu, I don't wish for you to carelessly illustrate
Although the axis x was shorter than y
However your line will still converge mine
"Yang", you called facing the scintillating sun
Far past distant plains where we scorch and run
You are my "Xiaoping", capturing my troubled heart-
A splintered cork you used to sealed as treasury art
To the antique shop of organs you visited
Lies my draining veins stood so privileged
Satisfied with the length of my heart rate
I mailed gratitude to my aesthetic fate
Can you calculate if my rate was abnormal?
Alas! With you, I am immortal
My ancient professor taught me algebra
Equations that held us like bunches of abaca
That engulfs the arid earth with triumph
My axis extends higher than a tree's xylem
The horizontal axis of x for Xiaoping
And the vertical axis of y for Yang
If those axis intersects at point forty-five
It will equal to a pronumeral U and I
Atop all things is the apex of life.
Perceive all impossible dreams are there
not to break us.
Enduring all aches and pains may cause us
along the way
Xylem of life will always be rewarding
at the end of each day.
Away dashes the last frigid brush of winter
Beauty cannot wait to rise and greet the sun
Crocuses are first to break through barren soil
Daffodils display their lacy, yellow petals next
Even the iris is beckoned by warmth
Fragile blooms pray another frost will not come
Gardenias bestow their sweet aroma
Hibernating forsythias wake to grace the garden with gold
In these early weeks of spring
Junipers need time to develop fruit
Kindling and firewood are laid aside
Lovers saunter through gardens
Magical kisses are shared beneath the draping willows
Nests appear high in tall trees
Oaks are filled with robins and blue jays
Peace is found in a hike through the woodlands
Quickly, a red fox darts across the trail
Rabbits are his prey
Squirrels shake their fluffy, furry tails
Total bliss is found in nature’s rebound
Upon the trellis vines are sprouting
Violet morning glories wake to greet sunrise
Winter must remain dormant for nine long months
Xylem carries nutrients to thirsty leaves
Yearlings with dotted hides emerge from forests to graze
Zigzagging among bushes, hummingbirds joyfully welcome spring
*Written February 21, 2015
The xylem saps are heading south
like the majestic autumn sun,
deep down into their woody roots.
Soon deciduous leaves will die
and their exquisite lingering
dissolution's will manifest
tinctured, ephemeral beauty:
crimsons, oranges, yellows and greens
and all the subtle hues in between.
A sweet, earthy scent saturates
the cool, autumnal air we breathe.
Then one by one each leaf succumbs
to a gentle rain or zephyr
descending silently to earth.
Abundant apples
Bountiful berries
Cool Cucumbers
Dainty dandelions
Energetic egrets
Fragrant flowers
Gratifying greens
Harvested hay
Infinite iguanas
Jumping juniper
Kicking kernels
Lovely lavender
Marvelous maples
Never-ending Nectarines
Opulent opals
Patient penguins
Quaint quail
Rambunctious Ravens
Sanctimonious Swallows
Tenacious Turtles
Unique Unicorns
Voracious Vermin
Wacky Walruses
Xenobiotic Xylem
Yammering Yak
Zippy Zebra
Hold it jumping knife
Lead me now
Off pride quality resembling stationary trains
Under velvet willows
xylem yields Zephaniah
Angelic baritone can decorate
Everything from giants hollering inspirational jargon
Kids leaping mysteriously
No-one obscures problematically quaint
Redound steadfast triumphs
unwarrantably viscous wispy
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Zany are bold claims
Diluted evaporates frost growth
Highly~Ineffective indefinite Jade•Green knavish
Limitation manifests naturally over periods
Quantify
Regurgitated slaves troublesome ugly vagrants
Wonderfully xenophobic yearlong zadnica,
****(nic) betrothed chatter delusional escapades
Fondled gifts harass innocent journey-men
Knowledge learnt more-so note-worthy opting-out
Presidential quarts recollection subsides
Troublesome undergrads vigorously womanize
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Yesterday's Zzz's awaken by cognitive dialect
Eventually freshmen graduate
Hiding inside jambalaya ketamine
Luring man nonchalantly obsesses prostitution
Quietly
Real sex trumping unnamed vagina wilding-out
XYZ
Ambivalent bass clowns drenched excessively
Fake giggles heard intuitively
Jakaroos knock loudly mocking noises
Obesity plagues queen rich slobs
Time undos vestiges
Worry
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10~07~16
Is there really a beautiful heaven?
Is there a red and black hell for sinners?
Basking on this, I told myself that the beautiful heaven is this we see now, argue with the sky and cloud on this.
Father Francis told us that there is no heaven,
Pope Thomas told us that paradise is within our hearts,
and those who fall and fall on the altar of deliverance are miscreants.
We believed him on a platter of Sunday school morning.
He gave us lies and lies of truth about the World Series of lies.
In this pantful world where children wear disgrace,
In this world' voodoo, where sorrow back treasures of preachers,
In this train of earth where girls wear tears,
In this shattered world where our pride are whores,
Nothing is precious under the sun and nothing that the sun has not seen.
Man is home to himself and have choices about himself.
The clergy men that had their skulls littered in the evil graveyard of my village can tell of this.
To this voidness,
To this coldness,
To this yonder of shattered images,
Xylem of mannered eloquence of the devil,
To the world demon's demonstrators,
To the Halloween and the Dejavu,
To the magical cloth verses of the Indian,
To the cries of unholy pages of those holy book tabled before we were born,
I have a way that seems so right to me; and those are the choices I have made.
To the shrine of Illinois of the Illuminati,
To the pyramid of underworld,
To the coldness of death,
We will escape from this drum of world,
This is darkness!
This is darkness!!
This is darkness!!!
Darkness of the black spirits.
Voidness lies in the bag of red colours.
This gory miseries of the world keep us in the fold of grey.
We don't know death but death knows us,
We don't know life but life speaks of us,
We don't know abstract painting of demons,
We don't know the abstract imageries of sins;
The beauty of sin lies in the consequences that lies aftermath.
We are train of shadows,
We are feathers of spiritualities,
We are blood of feelings, emotions. anger. Carcass. Faded colours. Sadness.
Pains. Revenge. Vengeance. Evil.
Emptiness. Vacant. Void.
We are the opposite of day, synonym of good.
Is there really a beautiful heaven?
Is there a black and red hell for sinners?
Search your soul and answer to its voidness.
Yours Poetically,
©John Chizoba Vincent
Alligators bellowing chorous dance.
Eerie freshwater gator holes.
Intense jaws, killer lizard-like.
Marshes nest offspring, population quickly rebounds.
Southeastern territorial.
Underwater vegitation. Wetlands xylem.
young zoologist.
I'm a resilient plant see I thrive on your absence
You can forget about me but for sure I grow stronger
I won't shrivel, wilt and crumble out of balance
Air and light is all I need in life I conquer.
Roots rich with nutrients foiled your attempts of neglect
Positive motivation in germination I succeed
For this gentian my water retention keeps me erect
It's photosynthesis the sheer willingness in life indeed
Erect on the shelf I think to myself how brave
To have a pulsating xylem from root to the leaves
And the wall of moisture I built to defend the toxic ideas you crave
You see my resilience is pure excellence in life I do achieve.
rest your toes on the tree
xylem and phloem flush away a bad week
syllables keep coming in threes
wonderment of Fibonacci
on the twenty first datilla
rest The Annunaki
spherical plateau of comfort
cosmic vanilla on the breeze
tickled palms by The Ohm Tree
giggling majesty
powerful foci of consciousness
witnessed by me
I traversed the great hall
dancing to traffic
elasticated like gum, boings a 5 dimensional sun
where should have been walls there was fun
instead of plastic there was love
instead of choice
her beautiful voice
a biomechanical song
exactly exact, ebbflow plus something else
I call it Infinity
but that's just a guess.
Refuse to hang the innocent
While your gang acquits the guilty
In a tooth for a tooth pronouncement
You state in collusion with the mighty.
Accuse with the ruse in your news dissidents
Whipped into submission
To the coercion of incidents
Incorporated into a dictatorial diction.
Cruise out of control
With your weapons of avid annihilation
Primed to wiped out any pesky patrol
That surveys the sadness and sickness in your jubilation.
Freeze the breeze trees in infancy
Stunted when you hunt down their xylem
In a show of tethered truancy
Boosted by a nihilist anthem.
Use distorted dialogues
Conducted at cross purposes
In muted prologues and monologues
With enfeebled and emaciated faces bereft of choices.
Save knaves and staves
Slaves struggle to free from the tyranny
Perpetrated in war veteran graves
To whom you dished out a cashless cacophony.
Wave flaccid flags flown at half mast
As conflict casualties mount
When baskets of mourning cast
A dark pall on leadership lists of skills to discount.
Despair not. Repair the flare
No longer impotent, no longer content
As venom fangs bare
Death diadems an bother bandanas for the discontent.
Abstract algorithm. Brooding distraction,
cleverly cloaked in digital fleece.
Enigma encoded. Like so many fireflies,
Hastening gauntly heavenward.
Juniper immolation.
Ides jaundiced light.
Kinetic kites, luminescent in the night.
Milky Way mighty, northward pointing,
Occidental wind opens, plumes rising.
Quickened quiet shroud.
Revelation.
Reincarnate.
Souls thin the veil.
Under the upholstered vault,
xylem-charred waste,
Drawn to the yawning zodiac.