Humility is to apologize although it's rejected
Showing respect although you're disrespected
Being humble isn't something most practice in daily life
Most people focus on who was wrong and who was right
Humility is the hardest quality of character to apply
Imagine being honest with a person who constantly lie
Humility can be shown if assisted by the quality of love
You can't have one without the other their hand and glove.
Forgiveness is another sign that displays the quality of humility
To forgive and forget isn't something that's beyond our ability
We're taught by human nature to be on top and be elevated
That if you allow yourself to be humiliated that you'll never make it
Constant competition among the people in the world to be flawless
Pumped up ego, to be conceited, always being presumptuous
We do all of this just to be knocked back down to ground level
Is it really worth it to imitate the characteristics of the devil?
I’ll always feel this way. Love can’t be love
which alters where it alteration finds:
my driver, she – no matter how she grinds
my gears. I’d hardly term it, hand-and-glove:
it’s much more like a scrimmage, push-and-shove.
Relationships there are, of many kinds:
but whether pigs-with-lipstick, Golden Hinds,
one party is below, and one above:
one partner is the hawk, and one the dove.
If she’s the cheese, I am the humble rinds.
No matter where this crazy freeway winds,
there’s one thing that I’m always certain of:
a meeting (or collision?) of the minds:
a bedroom where we never draw the blinds.
Teenagers, oh how they grow,
With hormones raging, they are a show!
Their taste in music and style that's new,
With beats so fresh and fashion so true.
They start to date and fall in love
Their hearts entwined like hand and glove.
Texting, chatting and late night talking,
Make parents cringe and start stalking.
Their moods swinging high and low,
Like waves that dance with ebb and flow.
Endless debates and slamming doors,
Throwing tantrums and silent wars.
Peer pressure mounts, the need to fit in,
Fear of failure, the uncertainty within.
Battles of adolescence, fierce and raw,
In the heart's arena, where emotions claw.
They storm through life with a youthful pride,
Yet inside, they seek a gentle guide.
At times they seem quite wild and untamed,
But deep inside, they're just a child unnamed.
Can a master potter make fashionable pots?
Can a carpenter carve any unique design?
Could Yayoi Kusama, the princess of polka dots,
Make art-works, with mittens on, amazingly fine...?
Fingers should be free, as one with the mind and heart.
Both physique and psyche should be in hand and glove.
No master craftsman could ever produce an art,
Tied within mitten, though gifts given from above...!
Mittens block babies' growth, neonatologists say,
Moving fingers freely is a child's inborn need.
Fingers ever in mittens soon their prices pay,
Like lovebirds caged that finally for freedom plead...!
Yet, do kittens that delight in masters’ fresh cheese,
Please to freeze, sneeze, and breathe to cease in the cold breeze...???
I believe because we fit so well my love,
Love was foreign now you're my heart’s song.
You made me believe you're a gift from above.
Before you, my love my life was all wrong.
I’d listen to your confessions all night long,
I’m utterly happy to be your loving wife.
In your loving arms is where I belong,
I’m grateful that you are a part of my life.
My love, we mesh together like hand and glove,
I could never doubt our love, it's solid and strong.
You are so gentle and you don’t push or shove,
I’m so glad we met that night in Hong Kong.
On that sweet day loves wings came along,
I didn’t believe in fate until I found you.
Sweetheart in your presence folk just throng,
I’m grateful that you are a part of my life.
All of your touches are gentle as a dove,
You take me to new heights, my Armstrong.
Life with you is more than I dreamed of,
I’m no longer a wayward vagabond.
Honey, we have such a remarkable bond,
We’ve had ups and downs but not much strife.
My heart and yours will always correspond,
I’m grateful that you are a part of my life.
12/24/2021
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Sponsor: Constance La France
The earth will end in fire
So says the Sire
For in scoatch all turns ash
Ceasing the evil in gnash
Annilating all immoral bids
In Creators' stupendous deeds
But in wintry i see love
The compatible of hand and glove
For if you hustle in chill for work
Face in musk hiding a smirk
Then a victor you are you need a coffee mug
For real man in winter conquers the rag.
*???????yetik*
Can you give us another try? I miss you.
Only you can soothe my aching heart.
My mind is searching for peace; I'm so blue,
I long to see your face; let's make a new start.
Nothing felt like home until you; you're my center.
Give me the chance to win your heart again.
Baby, you're so kind; you were a good mentor,
Always so positive, you uplift and don't drain.
Can you imagine our happy ending, my love?
Keep the front porch light on; I'm almost there.
Honey, we fit together like hand and glove,
October would've been two years; you're my air.
My fear caused me to run; absence is not fun,
Each second apart hurts, because you're the one.
Contest: Coming Back Home
Sponsor: John Hamilton
03/01/2021
Third Place Winner
My children are my life,
even though I was never made a wife.
They give me so much joy and peace,
and it does daily increase.
when the my days are hard and to real,
its thoughts of them that help me deal.
I love them unconditionally everyday,
a God blessed life for them I do pray.
Matters not if their works are great or small,
in this life I pray they always stand tall.
We'll always fit together like a hand and glove,
we are bonded and sealed by Gods great love.
You were the scrawny little boy next door,
we went from enemies,to best friends fast.
As the years went by, you are so much more.
Many said our relationship wouldn’t last.
Thurs is our wedding anniversary,
On that day you made my whole life complete.
Couldn’t wait to decorate the nursery;
The next year, baby bump and swollen feet.
The glue that held us, was we were friends first,
Darling you're my one and only true love.
Your heartfelt wedding vows were unrehearsed;
We’re a perfect fit, just like hand and glove.
I love you more each and every new day,
these strong feelings, won’t ever go away.
Contest: True Love Sonnet
Sponsor:Brenda Chiri
February 10, 2020
Her, a vision of loveliness i must concur, an odor of the finest myrrh.
I can feel her presence in the air. I call to her I only hear whispers her
face is but a blur.
One of life's beautiful themes, walking, holding hands by living streams
under multi-colored sunbeams. Like hand and glove a love that can
only come from above, making the perfect team, I awake from a dream.
Her, a vision of loveliness...Where?
See autumn dark reveal bright stars,
Touch warms to feel the skyline space;
Arc of light sparks twinkling so far,
Reach beyond will that brilliant trace;
Lift upwards stare across mist swirls,
If we but know night's festive flair;
Glimpse how our cares syncs with good earth,
Here watch full show in chilly air;
Thrill in fond touch of joy that grounds.
Choice flavours well soul's inward gaze,
Apt moments nudge grand wonders found;
Note lavish spell that channels maze,
Observe the shine of stars above,
Prize affluent lines in glowing love,
Yes scripts most fine like scented cloves.
Attest clear signs like hand and glove!
Leon Enriquez
03 May 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT
Tonight you feel me with such passion
As we share sweet kisses while the sun sets
You constantly show me so much compassion
I can imagine Elton singing “ Bennie and the Jets
As we share sweet kisses while the sun sets
Everything in the world seems so far away
I can imagine Elton singing” Bennie and the Jets
That is why I give you my heart each day
Everything in the world seems so far away
Because of you I whole heartedly believe in true love
That is why I give you my heart each and day
We fit perfect together like hand and glove
Because of you I whole heartedly believe in true love
You constantly show me so much compassion
We fit perfect together like hand and glove
Tonight you feel me with such passion
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3-26-18
I think that I am in love
When I see him, my heart soars above
The clouds that formed above my head
They bring bright sunshine instead
His blue eyes are like the ocean
I swim in them with the greatest devotion
His smile is white, like the doves that sing
A song that only I hear ring
Before we met, life was black and white
Now my world seems so bright
Swirling with colors and patterns anew
I was mesmerized when I met you
You make me smile everyday
When I want to leave, you make me stay
We fit together like hand and glove
Oh, I think I am in love
I've missed you my love
I had to go but I'm back now
We fit like hand and glove
Your love is sweet as a dove
Today I make a solemn vow
I missed you my love
You are a gift from up above
My King and lover I bow
We fit like hand and glove
We don't have to push or shove
This is a perfect union somehow
I've missed you my love
You are my one truelove
Everyday you make me say "wow"
I've missed you my love
We fit like hand and glove
Alexis Y.
08-26-16
A Villanelle is a nineteen-line poem consisting of a very specific rhyming scheme: aba aba aba aba aba abaa.
The first and the third lines in the first stanza are repeated in alternating order throughout the poem, and appear together in the last couplet (last two lines).
Where's it written that a man can't cry
a single tear, of love, hate, or rage?
Must he be content to live and die;
having never stepped off of his stage?
Your absence is tearing me apart;
it hurts inside; I miss you so much.
I swear I love you with all my heart;
and late at night I cry for your touch.
Let's not wash our dreams away with tears,
erasing all traces of our love.
I need to hold you, to calm my fears;
we're a perfect fit, like hand and glove.
If I can't convince you with my words,
search your heart, and there you'll find my soul.
For like the wind that carries the birds;
your love completes me, and makes me whole.
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