my heaven would be filled with art supplies – canvases, brushes and paints.
I would never have to sleep; I could spend days and nights painting.
There would be no cellphones, people would know not to bother me.
If I wanted company, I could flip a switch and they would join me.
My friends and family would be there, doing their own exciting activities
Based on their interests, they could play basketball, swim or play a guitar
Robotics computer geniuses would have an unlimited supply of technology
Joy would filter in and out of our day, as we entertained ourselves.
I would join my family one day a month for eating and laughing.
I would be served mashed potatoes, barbecued pork and pies.
Apple pie, rhubarb pie, banana cream pie, chocolate pie, lots of pies.
I would see my friends whenever I wanted, and we would laugh like loons.
My heaven would be open to revision, so I could change it up as I evolved.
I would love the feeling of love and unity; and the freedom to be me.
My heaven would allow me to be myself, always.
(Prompt: Wisdom is not enough to calm your fears.)
The kinetic world is on a great sprint.
The silent seer stares at with a squint.
He feels distressed for the occurring harms.
With a solemn demeanour, he alarms.
Identity crises among nations
Contending with insecure relations
Keep their voices go with sonority
For comfort and self-based priority
Within countries, separatists conspire
Catastrophes are adding fuel to fire
Forcing uniformity – a threat
It's never too late to change the mindset
Creative destruction is invited.
Creating mess is to be indicted.
Agape love can alone wipe away tears
Wisdom is not enough to calm your fears.
This is who I am; I achieve peace in simplicity.
No petulance in my kind heart but faithfulness.
This is who I am; I suppress sorrow from others.
And smiled notwithstanding my gentle sadness.
Also, love life, its sweetness, and its bitterness.
The lovely sky is all I desire, for my relish fullness.
And assign my life's rosy colors into poems.
I intone alike rare birds and dream over prowess.
Sunlight....
that burns in the middle of the woods.
The spread of fragrance
with the echoing of the singing birds
Is all I needed to envision heaven
That, Thy hand hath created them all.
I’ll envision for you
The end of unsightly things
So you see only the
Beauty memories bring.
I’ll strengthen the love in your heart
So as the light fades
There’s no fear of the dark.
With every breath you take
Faith, trust and hope will
Strengthen the bonds we create.
Being a caregiver is a labor of love
Whose reassurance comes
When we seek guidance from above.
Knowing this task comes with a price
We accept it and take on
A personal sacrifice.
Aside from life’s other to do’s
There’s no provisions
We won’t make for you.
Continued patience is rest assured
Fathomable only in walked steps
And with faith, endured.
For the long haul it’s just me and you
Facing each day
That comes anew.
So until our last days are to arrive
We’ll sit back and watch
Each sun set and rise,
No longer seeing unsightly things
But forever holding
The beauty memories bring.
6/28/20 JJSmalls
Truth is almighty,
know it as a bounden duty.
ENVISION DREAMS OF YOU AND US
I embrace you and caress your silken touch
My eyes look into the chasm of your mouth
And I exult in your ever presents of you I do
I adorn you ever so you're ever so beautiful
Your tender body moves with impetus force
As you're teasing me with mockery behavior
Shamelessly opulence boasting of your wealth
Vicarious beautiful rich woman I love you such
I embrace you and caress your silken touch
To envision a dream of you and I and us
8/14/18
©2018
Eight word challenge-8 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by:John Hamilton
Touch lies through the same fingertips I touch clouds with
Thought high in the same sky birds soar
and square pi topped with the same whip
minus the cream of what dreams are made for.
Shoe taps from a soft bottom
Tick and tack stomps a steel toe
In the middle of things we look down on
and part of the area that solves the problem
Science the stream of what plagues faith
Speech the thing of what flames torch
Flies irritate the same as dice clank
with a head crack
Then a mind blank
Speaks a blank voice
Stubborn memory of a scandalous therapy
Remembering tragedy as the false oversees it
What I sing for
The day that I breathe for
Wake up to sympathy
That therapy is fed with.
Embrace the tact to be profound,
Note how good grace can be set free;
Voice in sure act true heart that grounds,
Intuit fine trace that floods life's sea;
See that you see just when you look,
Invite the soul to keep watch here;
Opt now to be bold fact that hooks,
Notice a whole that breathes good cheer.
Wise is the man who understands,
Impact the surge of finesse grand;
Speak of fond plans to frame fine trends,
Express the urge in poise that stands;
Love tells the tale in beauty bright,
Yield now avails grandeur's sure light.
Leon Enriquez
07 June 2015
Singapore
I am reminded of the life I have
And not the life I should deserve
Versions of life as a remembering past
Have I a life yet built to be worth?
Subjects subjected to subjective changes
Pretending to forever be who we never are
Forever onward where the mind never reaches
Reality is only but dreams so far
Have you not a dream to be?
Too bad the world only changes so
Forever changing for you and me
Are your dreams worthy to behold?
Rather I feel achievements are insatiable
Besting our needs with desire... wanting what we do not need
Blinded to all that was achieved... achievable
And we wonder why its so hard to regrettably weep
Time and again I remind myself what I have
And a life I should not have deserve
So many versions of life from a remembering past
Have I a life building to ultimately be worth?
Visualizes of Pureness
Passion of Grace
Celestial Love
Forever- enduring
Honorable Eternal
Events Engage
Sparkling Waltz
Delightful Treasures
Sanctify Beyond
Forthcoming views
Streamlines Existence
Magnificent Ecstasy
Sweet Serenity
Our Deliverer
Jesus Christ
Glorious Infinity
Envision Eternal Existence
Come to Jesus
Become Born-again
rondeau
Envision your route, it's quicker.
Like your crowds thinner or thicker?
Traffic can ruin a trip, no fun;
my choice - less-traveled paths, bar none.
country bumpkin / city slicker?
Long journeys can be a kicker;
on a bus, some snore, some snicker.
Think through your options one by one.
Envision your route.
Some folks will dally and dicker?
Others like to blame and bicker?
think ahead ere the trip's begun;
you'll be happier when it's done.
If you drive, don't drive on liquor,
envision your route.
written 07/27/12, revised 07/19/19
to meet requirement of 8 syllable lines.
Host: Charles Messina - Contest: Rondeau
Visualizes of Pureness
Passions of Grace
Celestial Love
Forever- enduring
Honorable Eternal
Events Engage
Sparkling Waltz
Delightful Treasures
Sanctify Beyond
Forthcoming views
Streamlines Existence
Magnificent Ecstasy
Sweet Serenity
Our Deliverer
Jesus Christ
Glorious Infinity
Envision Eternal Existence
Come to Jesus
Become Born-again
Visualizes of Pureness
Passions of Grace
Celestial Love
Forever- enduring
Honorable Eternal
Events Engage
Sparkling Waltz
Delightful Treasures
Sanctify Beyond
Forthcoming views
Streamlines Existence
Magnificent Ecstasy
Sweet Serenity
Our Deliverer
Jesus Christ
Glorious Infinity
Envision Eternal Existence
Come to Jesus
Become Born-again
Visualizes Pureness
Passions of Grace
Celestial Love
Forever- enduring
Honorable Eternal
Events Engage
Sparkling Waltz
Delightful Treasures
Sanctify Beyond
Envision Forthcoming
Streamlines Existence
Magnificent Ecstasy
Sweet Serenity
Our Deliverer
Jesus Christ
Glorious Infinity
Eternal Existence
Come to Jesus
Be Born-again
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.