Love is patient like a rainbow waits for a rainy day
Love is kind like the dew that gently on the dry ground lays
Love is trusting like gravity keeps from going astray
Love is humble like grass stomped with never a gripe to weigh
Love is timid like a margay that hides in leaves of trees
Love is proper like a mourning dove greets the sun with glee
Love is selfless like a dolphin risks to guide to safety
Love is soothing like a manatee gliding through the sea
Love is merciful like a spouse forgiving an affair
Love is pure like one sacrificing for a life to spare
Love is truth like two placed in a garden with all laid bare
Love is perfect like a child’s nightly innocent prayer
Love bears all like one man suffering and nailed to a cross
Love endures all like the Son taking humanity's dross
Love believes all like the Father did not count us a loss
Love hopes all like the Spirit who on us His name emboss
Wedding gift to me from my grandpa,
was antique with an obvious flaw,
a three legged table made of oak,
made for him special and was bespoke.
It was designed to be by fireside,
was eight inches by eight inches wide,
just about two and a half feet high,
to keep him in winter warm and dry.
polished in dark varnish to high gloss,
etched in ivory he did emboss,
the names from our whole family tree…
somewhere on one of the legs was me.
Said to me as only grandpa’s do,
with tears on smiles, his face split in two,
leave you this to remember me by,
not let past love and memory die.
with pride we placed it by our fireside,
wife and I would spend time sat beside,
that three legged piece of grand old oak,
warmth of generations would evoke.
Written 31st October 2023
9 syllables each line
aabb rhyme
Edward Ibeh sponsored
This or that Vol 21 contest
On Calvary
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Sans devoid and bare
Now and then I stare
Out there feeling bereft
My punctured lung bleeds
Feet wont dare to step
I am nailed so hard
The clouds go dapple drab
The sky emboss so somber
Robber and I either side
I came to fetch many faults..
Sans devoid I bare the load
Whom am I ?
Jesus from God
The saviour Messiah
Who grants salvation
Confined and tied up
The will is done now
My covenant fullfilled
My compromise given
The time has dawned
So you may live.
Sans devoid and bare
I have borne the cross alone
On Calvary
The loaded cross
Of forgiven sins
There will be images
Up a cross
In A world of great devide
No more snakes in wine
My hands and feet
No longer bereft
I thirst
I ascend
I remember you ..
On Calvary
You sin and weep no more.
Endure the travails of somber night
To emerge in bliss of golden sunrise,
Let the fleeting storm pass you by
To spot a rainbow on opaline skies.
Entrust your own founding thoughts
And form your informed paradigm,
Trade not for spurious vacant-prose
Your enriching voice versed in rhyme.
Appreciate your share of sunny days
But also, those of drenching rains,
For they are both eminently essential
To produce bountiful harvest of grains.
Upon falling from your ambitions
Endeavor to rise again and again,
Questing always to reach higher highs
Of worthy goals you wish to attain.
No one fighting on battlefield of life
Sans hurdles unfailingly succeeds,
Yet, success is the enriching feature
Of all endearing, purposeful deeds.
Dwell not in the world of transience
When your aspirations quest forever,
Trounce firmly every sigh of failure
From pursuit of a gratifying endeavor.
Follow the fire in halo of your soul
And rise boldly to tether your claim,
Then look up to arc of life’s horizon,
Watch your fate emboss your name.
December 17, 2022
Placed 2nd: Follow the Fire Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
Grow your Abuja,
Shining like star.
Turn Ibadan's heritage
Into hermit's hermitage.
The dangerous Lagos,
Must stay emboss
Bí omi Òsun,
Tí kò sùn.
Happy birthday sir!
As you stir;
Tick the four
And quietly explore--
To achieve great,
What generations await...
Amen. ??
A life of hope is no joke
Who’s laughing now?
You are a humanitarian bully
You had your fist and hands over me
You placed me on your personal cross
You came across meek, yet you were weak, you are loss
You pains me, your apologize come across emboss
Moistens, yet stilled rigid
This ain’t no joke, man
Sometimes I be hurting
Your smile and your ways
Haughty and hurt me for days
I am not your comment folk
My life more than consequential
I am essential
More than just a body
I am of God’s spiritually embodiment
I AM HIS SON
5/14/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
"Heaven Open To Souls"
I walked into the room and found an old tattered book
sitting on my bed like a still born child wanting to be held
On the cover lay a topple of flowers plucked from our garden
and as I read the title, I came to understand my sister's creed
"Heaven Open To Souls" was the fine print on the spine
it made me drop a salty tear to see her favorite braille
A book of poetry that held all the bible truths of death
explaining how souls flew forth, from earth to heaven
Evoking summers of our childhood readings on the porch
I recalled her big sister smile and my youngling yawn of old
Ann would tuck the little book inside her sweater and say,
"eight fingers to touch my heaven and two for kissing you"
But then one day she got leukemia and she soared away
dad was breaking up in two so I showed him what to do
sit by the porch emboss to her the words , I love you...
but it was not his memory but mine and oh how he knew
so the next day he left it on my bed, for me to treasure find
he knew that I had eyes to see but Ann, she was born blind.
Naked pure newborn Eden, unashamed
Soles step intrepid on spongy moss
Quadrant of tropical dapple claimed
Fruits in Winterless heart's emboss
Limbs mingle, indulged by marquee manuevres
Ponder labyrinth piths without hindrance
Sultry poetry compiled among canopy soothing
Canoe traverses untold as fingerprints
22nd April
To Kingsley
VIDEO/AUDIO on YouTube above. NOTE: On the video; double-click to enlarge, and/or, right-click for the drop-down menu and click on 'Loop' for auto-repeat.
Best Boy Beyond
Precocious boy, yon ere the age of twelve,
Parades vast knowledge, complexity swelled,
Our simplistic share was well understood,
Kept back of minds, preserves naive childhood.
Green imparts years cherished adolescence,
Bottled, we heed, coupled coalescence,
Errant appendages spark normal steps,
Blessed gifted faculties, as classmates frets.
Removed and placed amongst the elder kids,
Baffled apostles sought entertained bids,
A young mind satisfy matured scholars,
Acquaint the novice school well-spent dollars.
Stands amidst the rare few emboss his name,
An honorary plaque glistens the fame,
Hung in the schools enclosed glass curio,
Caught all cherished moments on video.
Commencement day, he did stand with the rest,
His valedictory speech of years blessed,
Preteen vested had rivaled teenagers,
Acclaimed college exemplary majors.
Evolved above academia's zone,
Ate hamburgers, fries, and an ice cream cone.
2021 March 29
*3rd Place*
A Graduation Blessing
~~BJ Legros Kelley
Highlit noon terrain, sun blatant
Bathes their shadowless landscape
Endless brilliant sheds radiation
Blinking weary bulbs weakly imitate
Heat hits love with all truth stark
Boxed tight hard facts reject cryptic
Oneness discovery, - two embark
Both nurture melded mode intrinsic
Having strikes delicate balance
Gravity secures, too soft to squash
Assurance a transparent palace
Governs linking, symbiotic emboss
Horizon elevates whitest sphere
Grants tomorrow's moon take flight
Immaculate tuning discards fear
Goads a farthest keen midday sight
5th February 2021
Written for Contest 'Love Is'
Sponsor : Un seeking Seeker
are these days that pour of subway’s sweat,
then emboss night with a vault
of celibate, white stars? coffee and newspaper
expire as the hours dwindle into clockwork ticks.
Liberum Divisa 2 of Gregory R Barden
From the poem, Seven Days
Posted 10/28/2020
Shaped in five-pointed star polygon
I moved in patriotic moron
Decorated both my daughter and son
Surrounded by white-collars of Pentagon
Handsome looked like Triggered weapon
Equipped many sarcastic drones
Peace and dice belonging to the boss
Pentagram tired to say allegory emboss
Five elements resist and chaos
Air, earth, fire, water, and spirit always frost
But Pentagon still emerged toss
Associated with mystery and hierarchy boast
Human rigid or human right?
Regardless of race, lies, ties and bright
Motherland addressed reason for fight
Nationality comes to grief of torch light
Haunted by the past of night
Country and shield governed tight
promoted fast hell flight
Auld Lang Syne means old long since
Pentagram said goodbye and flapped fins
Pentagon said: It is your sins!
Young bullets built from tax PIN
Penetrated the bodies upside down triple nine
Triple six went to ruins
They served corpse cuisine
Precocious boy, yon ere the age of twelve,
Parades vast knowledge, complexity swelled,
Our simplistic share was well understood,
Kept back of minds, preserves naive childhood.
Green imparts years cherished adolescence,
Bottled, we heed, coupled coalescence,
Errant appendages spark normal steps,
Blessed gifted faculties, fellow class frets.
Removed and placed amongst the elder kids,
Baffled apostles sought entertained bids,
A young mind satisfy matured scholars,
Acquaint the novice school well-spent dollars.
Stands amidst the rare few emboss his name,
An honorary plaque glistens the fame,
Hung in the schools enclosed glass curio,
Captured on our family video.
Commencement day, he did stand with the rest,
His valedictory speech of years blessed,
Preteen vested had rivaled teenagers,
Noble college exemplary majors.
Evolved bove academia planes realm,
Ate hamburgers, fries, and an ice cream cone.
2019 November 12
howmanysyllables;
22 lines x 10 syllables per = 220 syllables total
The phantoms of Glen Affric call
from deep within the histosol,
where time and matter’s slow decay
of misty glen and ancient fray,
conceal Mackenzie ghosts in wait
with weapons drawn to greet their fate
of claymore blade; of Celtic cross,
to shed the blood of William Ross,
and stain the sphagnum bryophyte,
his soul to cut and extradite.
Amidst the whipping hilltop squall
is heard their eerie battle call,
where shadow soldiers groan and splay
upon the hazy, darkened brae.
As well, the loose of blood and spate,
to curse the earth and consecrate,
the peat to quench; the land emboss,
forever running red the moss.
Sold by your own compulsion, full on disgust rot & rust you've given into another indulgence.
The waste of day into another loss of light, inside the ever eluding conscience, empty as black as the night.
No trace of the bounty with none in nothingness, a face diluted & drowning. Obsession straight inside your mindlessness.
Like wax's continuous drip.
Skin melted in this mind, a fact that keeps the contortions broken inside.
The never ending shifting water...
The ever changing wind, reflections look like slaughter.
Watch your thoughts twist then bend, never knowing where to begin nor where to end.
Like that of the forever hath, acknowledge what's true, reality read in epitaph.
Should've taken hold,
learning from young to old.
Material fortune easily lost, a fu*ktard is simple, no will or character to emboss.
If thoughtlessness was piss, then your surely drinking this!
Nothing descends.
Nothing gained.
Nothing missed.
Placated by stupidity.
Dilapidated in lividly.
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