Long Benefaction Poems

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Stephen Hawking Perches

Within Pantheon Of Classical Gods

stricken with affliction,
sans amyotrophic lateral sclerosis
(also known as ALS, 
or Lou Gehrig's disease)

in the prime of his youth wrought
underestimation, vitiated termination,
targeted sequestration,
solidified rigidification,

rendered quandary,
per paralyzation obliterated,
nixed navigation,
morphed motivation,

marked limitation
kickstarted infatuation,
jinxed immobilization,
induced intellectual hyperfunction,

garnered fundamental fascination,
fanned fabled exploration,
devastation demonstrated
delectable declaration,

cosmological constant comet
clinched, chained certain capitulation,
brainstormed benefaction,
benediction attribution assured.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
his longevity (marked by bing permanently
     linkedin, hitched, drafted
     to a custom made wheelchair,
his brilliant unsullied scientific genius)

     endured seventy six orbitz veer
ring round the nearest star,
     though seemingly motionless, he freed their
ret tickle physiochemical insight

     encompassing, revolutionizing,
     and jaw-dropping, revelations
     with mortals he did share
transcendent seeded plentifully

     mental limitless groundswell
     fed his fecund rare
if eyed cogitated, formulated, insulated
     (infinitesimal nook and cranny) force *****

lee disproportionate overly endowed capacity
     bracketed with mar ching madness peer
ring with laser, razor, and taser sharp mind
     (or a minuscule approximate near

facsimile thereof) scrutinizing, positing,
     and discerning astronomical phenomena mere
via concentrating gifted limned, and rapacious,
     though processes affixed 
     with a visage mordantly like King Lear.
Form: Elegy


Resilience

My kindred spirit
Destiny to commend
A time and a place
A moment not to end

Comfort in knowing
Shared memories sublime
Youthful, not ragged
Crisp and divine

Sharing those chapters
Brings joy to the heart
Crossed paths in a moment
A beginning, a start

The stars were aligned
A friendship conceived
Expanding through journeys
Experiences perceived

A benefaction of fate
Priceless splinters in time
Not to be auctioned
It’s yours and it’s mine

Always remember
Not far from my mind
When life throws a dagger
Your pain is not blind

Your kindred spirit is with you
Just reach and you’ll know
Unburden your feelings
Your light will again glow

Your courage in loss
Is a strength you can share;
It is a comfort just knowing
In time you’ll be there

For now, just reflect
On the time they were here;
You will always have memories
Your parents so dear.
Form: Rhyme

The Loving Sound - Collab With Alexis

I enjoy being in tune with nature,
As I sit, I hear such a loving sound.
Reminded of God, our legislature.
From this small hill, I hear Him all around.

Melodies of life flow through nature's core,
Floating towards the One who sits on high.
I heard soft notes as the tide came to shore.
And I can sense His divine presence nigh.

I enjoy this harmony with nature, 
Feeling close to God, as He calls me out, 
Each sound reveals His loving portraiture, 
He's alive in nature, there is no doubt. 

Songs of praise spark my pen, as I listen
To birds chirruping in satisfaction. 
A thousand rays on the ocean glisten. 
Grateful am I for His benefaction. 


24th March 2023
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Loving Sound-Collab

I enjoy being in tune with nature,
As I sit, I hear such a loving sound.
Reminded of God, our legislature.
From this small hill, I hear him all around.

Melodies of life flow through nature's core,
Floating towards the one who sits on high.
I heard soft notes as the tide came to shore.
And I can sense his divine presence nigh.

                    Joanna Daniel's part

I enjoy this harmony with nature,
Feeling close to God, as He calls me out,
Each sound reveals His loving portraiture,
He's alive in nature, there is no doubt.

Songs of praise spark my pen, as I listen
To birds chirruping in satisfaction.
A thousand rays on the ocean glisten.
Grateful am I for His benefaction.



03/23/2023
Rhyme Scheme: abab
Contest: Collaborate With Me
Sponsor: Joanna Daniel
Syllable: 10/10/10/10/10/10/10/10
Rhyme Scheme: abab/abab
Theme: Nature
© Alexis Y.  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

One Day

One day - a beauty, a blessing, a boon.
One day - a promise, a prospect, a pledge.
At times a faint hope of the unobtainable,
at times a great vision of what's to come.

One day, I yearn to be among equals once more,
to allow wit, warmth, wisdom and wonder
to again have their time in the light around me -
one day to see them, too, have their day.

One day, I long to finish this hateful accounting,
to forever close this tedious, tiresome tab;
to stop thinking, over and over, of the fateful tally:
one more day down, one more damn day done - each day.

One day - the best benefaction for the besieged.
One day - the preeminent panacea of the plagued.
One can keep going, keep fighting, given that one day;
can change it all, if they can only hold on - to one day.


Premium Member Christ Mess Mourning

In the beginning there was a lonely word but soon after
            there was no room at the meagre hostel for the saviour

Sanguine hopes flash-flooded the sanctuary of hearts
            sacrificial blood of Christ awaited to be spilt in vain

Spelt out the message of rusty nails corroding on cross 
            bones mounted the flesh ready for vanishing memories

Lest we forget Christmas it amounts to summits of wrappers
            luxurious gifts opulent indigestion after a vainglorious feast

Reindeer and global delivery services occlude the notion that
            taking stock is not about counting presents but reducing the cost

Jesus flashes from i-pads I this and I that please give me more
            extra goods additional abundance mince pies and stuffing

Belching and flatulent Tim reaches for his heartburn medication
            tastes uppers and downers sniffs white powder on bank cards

His wife smears the makeup she grabbed from under the tree
            her new perfume a bountiful offering of disguised scented myrrh

No sense for frank frankinsence as she sniffs expensive fragrances
            from benefaction bottle’s decadence and reduces benediction to myth

Gift wrap explodes from the fireplace in the mix of unopened packets
            just after Father Christmas has made a lucky escape from the scene

Arson of gluttony self-inflicted suffering self-immolation of sorts
            sorts out this unholy communion followed by smouldering mourning

The insurance company refuses to pay as they insist that the couple
            had backed the wrong course of action in vile contempt of true faith

They however donate a beautiful bible of careful calligraphy
            with gilded ornamentation bound in leather and lather of time

There are no walls standing for wailing when Tim and his spouse
            and it remains to be seen whether they might find a mangled manger

To resume business as usual or take refuge in meaning and truth
            when the word in the beginning had become a sorry blank canvas

18th November 2018

Contest Christmas Mourning

Sponsor P.S. AWTRY

Premium Member Gift of Benevolence

Written: September 09, 2023
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In a world where boons often fade,
And kindness can be obnoxiously betrayed.
There is a spark within the human soul.
A blaze of empathy that frames us whole.

Benevolent spirits, shining so brightly
With feats of kindness defunct so kindly,
They rattle the strings of selfishness and greed.
And proffer their compassion to those in need.

A benefaction, an award of grace,
Prone to forbearance and a tepid embrace,
Dangling before those who suffer,
An abetment of purport they can't succor but uncover.

In the realm of benevolence,
There is no berth for indifference.
But rather a commitment to grant a hand,
To bestow at random a world that's truly grand.

With warmhearted lenience and neighborliness,
Peerless blessings bestowed with abnormal finesse,
The Godsend and courtesy shown to all
Utters the benignity in every soul's call.

No act of kindness is too thrall
No assent is too insignificantly small.
Even chaste gestures matter.
Comforting even with tongue flatter.

So let us recognize and acknowledge
The power of kindness, the strength of our pledge,
To be there for one another in times of need,
To offer a sororal or avuncular deed.

To swell our hospitality and condolences,
To embrace the genuine kernel of benevolence.
For in the gift of benevolence, we find:
A graciousness that transcends the unkind,

A willingness to vindicate and herald kindness,
To hoist others, regardless of their blindness.
In this world where obligations can weigh us down,
Benevolence shines such a golden crown.

Unsympathetic hearts may strain to obstruct,
But the power of kindness will always conduct
With sisterly love and a heart that's forgiving,
Benevolence triumphs, forever living.
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Ephemera Ephemeral

Souvenirs
nostalgic 
heirloom
memorabilia 
archived
muniments
prospectus
paraphernalia
posters
sequestered

Benefaction blight
twinkling trinket
tinged trophy 
         hoisted
 himalayan  style
melancholy monument
meteoric miniscule
              flyby
verdant vestiges
viral vanish

Mayfly
transient
miscellany
evanescent
detritus
fugacious
snippets
antiquarian
bricolage
hodgepodge

Testament atrophied
gossamer gaudy 
        gazumping
languid lodger’s
meretricious milestone
             culminated
artefact assemblage
bowdlerised  bijou
moribund reticule
       abecedarian

Marcescent abstract
mileage mocker
synthetic switch
               unplugging
nomadic nonpareil
reminiscence’s
ineffable
ephemeron
aphoristic
aleatory

Premium Member Patrician

One of a kind there'll never be another you
what you hold in your heart to them have held true
I've looked upon the core of what you store within
for me you exist as unique among all men
 
The song that you sing it's truths held so high
oppression of those different wherein injustice lie
to the robing of nature her diversity and vest
in a poem of tone inequities do you suggest
 
The external show some may just see as art
but what you paint and sing and write demonstrates your heart
I told you early on I judge not by outward show
but what is seated inside that I wish to know
 
All that you paint on canvas and in song
demonstrates reality and courses right and wrong
what you depict sets forth description of your mind
a spectrum of vision coloring inferior to whats fine
 
I even see the sweet things you so carefully thought hid
been learning to read have I ever since I were a kid
When you looked across that room what did you think you saw
for the night before I saw your minds cognition all
 
A woman loves a man for who he is inside
the character of his self that he can never hide
for what he thinks and does demonstrates his care
his ability to display and with it others share
 
Do never judge me like the world which in you live
For the greatest teacher does truthful insight give
what is truly frightening is that I scare myself
that vision is so clear unlike minds so full of stealth
 
One who is wise will choose a man for his heart
that is his essence where communion can start
perception is his own gift where he chooses to live
to share it with another its benefaction give
 
 
COPYRIGHT © 2010  C Michael Miller
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Dear Respectable Enemies

Generous praises offered by friends might mislead sometimes.
Confusing the core of friendship is beyond their thought list.
It's when, like a broken gong, the church bell faultily chimes.
Even the age-old concept of Angelus gets a twist.

The lake's surface remains dull until a pebble troubles
And evokes ripples that awaken awareness within.
My lethargic potential in snug zones found no ruffles.
Till your suns and showers of censures manured me to win

As gems between coal, within your curses, blessings, I find
Each stone you throw at me is my stepping stone to success.
In your pessimism, my possibilities are enshrined.
With the hurdle poles you plant, I row my boat and progress.

Within the axis of existence, each foe is a friend.
As the benefaction he or she bestows has no end
Form: Sonnet

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