Long Kindred Poems
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FIRST NAME
Te T tered experiences that stem within our being
Va R iating interest accordingly links us, implying accomplishment
Br U sh up of our trades supports us to encourage one another
Ch E ss diversions intensify our maneuvering
Ca F feine keeps us sculptured to be at our utmost best
Fo R bearers are distinct from us, as we share kindred souls
Co I nhered universal characters demonstrate our mirth
St E llar so-called quality of us remains immeasurable
Ha N dshakes transpires being extremely numerous to calculate
Me D als, trophies and other embellishments match our cases
LAST NAME
Al T ogether, we intertwine as a class
Bo O ks on bookshelves standing tightly in a row
Ar B oretums unifies the similarity of the spores
Sc O rpions collectively as a group is called a nest or bed
An N alists combine events of any particular year
Ba D men are those who do evil tied to a gang
2020 January 07 *1st Place*
What's In A Name Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Juliet Ligon
Of endless love, a beauty of great renown,
Of treasures mightyer than a regal crown
Fragrance spray of sweet nectar's love
You’re God’s gift from heaven above
In silence embraced by a spirit kindred to my own,
Henceforth no longer to walk alone
For 'tis thy love that defines my worth
‘Twill not vanish like time on earth
Though my youthful years have dwindled down
‘Tis an everlasting love I've truly found
O’ most radiant essence from heaven above
Descended like a God's pure love
To obtain a great and gracious noble life
Hence to endure this mortal strife
Now meekly search your lovely face
In memory of sweet and tender grace
A virtuous offer mercy to extend
Where light and knowledge will attend
O’ of slumbers gentle peaceful rest
Unquestioned welcome and truly blessed
‘Tis from God’s kind and gentle grace
We hope to once again behold your face
Watching three cats
Watching three cats
gamboling along
Looking at me
While I look at them
Each wondering what sort of weird creatures
The other is
And who is the real alien species?
three cats ready to go
three cats
at play
they look out at the world
and they are ready
they are born hunters
they are hungry
they are restless
and they want
to escape
from the house
to chase birds
squirrels
and other cats
That's the cat's life after all
they tolerate us humans
only because we feed them
But at heart
they are wild things
and wild things
need to be free
Looking Out My Window
I look out my window
On the parking lot
And see the mad cat
That lives underneath the apartment house
And look out at the park
Thinking of taking a walk
The cat looks at me
Kindred spirits perhaps
Retired waiting to die
Watching Cats Hunt
Early morning
Watching two white cats
Hunting a white dove
The cats hunt in pairs
Tracking the bird
The bird flies away
Safe for now
And I think about the cats
And the hunt goes on
Such is life
And the fate of cats
And birds
Cats April 19
Cats
I often wonder about Cats
What do they think of us
It seems at time
That cats think of humans
As their slaves
We exist to feed them
To comfort them
To save them from their enemies
And to worship them
Yes cats are an alien species
Totally different from humanity
Detached, and almost evil
If we ever encounter an alien civilization
God help us if it’s a cat based civilization
We would then be engaged
In the epic mother of all wars
As cats and humans would not get along
The cats would think we were their slaves
And we would resent and fear them
And secretly worship their alien ways
A refuge from my pinching pains,
A shelter to soothe my sharp strains,
Poetry is my wonder light,
A whisper soft, a sudden flight.
A true friend in my loneliness,
It helps relieve my weariness
With simple words that waltz and glow,
Melodic rhythms that beat and flow.
A mirror to reflect my ache,
A cute means to keep me awake
In darkness of the gloomy night,
It helps me scan my inner light.
A means to express nature`s love,
Regards for seasons with their dove,
Warmth for the moonlight and the stars,
For fauna and flora afar.
A channel to vent gratitude
To the Lord for His rectitude,
Saving me from clutches of death,
Restoring anew a low breath.
At four times, urgent scalpels gleamed,
A fading strength, a waking dream,
But with the Lord`s grace, I came through,
My spirit arose, fresh and true.
Though, in aftermath, ache lingers,
I humbly cross my palms` fingers,
Script simple songs, a humble plea,
To thank the Lord, eternally.
Carving verses drips in me joy,
That in my leisure, I enjoy,
The quiet hum of awareness,
A kindred spirit of wellness.
In the sunlight of poetry,
A subtle art and a beauty,
Feelings find their voice and their form,
A shelter from the passing storm.
Rhymes and structure, I much adore,
They help carve beauty at the core,
Lend lovely lines to imagery
And, as a whole, shape symmetry.
An aid to discipline my life
When the whole world turns wanton rife,
Rhymed verses, structure and a flow
Rest across time, shining aglow.
A simple verse, a turn of art,
Can mend a broken, weary heart
Or stir a fire, brave, bold and bright
And fill the soul with guiding light.
I love the way that thoughts can gleam
From my soul`s shine, a silent stream,
The tapestry of what I feel,
Mellifluous words that can heal.
Verses build a bridge across years,
Connecting joy, smiles, hopes and tears,
A legacy of souls that spoke,
A truth that time can never choke.
With my long journey, nearly done,
My quiet spirit, nearly spun,
Poetry, a channel to share
Life lessons learnt, to souls who care.
So let the verses, softly chime,
Defying boundaries of time,
For in each line, a spirit sings,
Beauty that true poetry brings.
Battered and bruised and broken before
My courageous heart, comes back for more
It soldiers on but finds no peace
Losing time and again, the battles never cease
A kindred spirit it fights to find
Shattered dreams and tears, in it's wake behind
Mending itself after each conflict
Future struggles, it can not predict
One more battle, one more hill
My enduring heart, perseveres until...
This chosen battlefield, a final stand
A fight for happiness, none left to command
With a steady beat, it marches on
My fearless heart, with it's armor gone
The battle plan remains the same
Take no prisoners, ignore the pain
Your offer submitted, surrender deterred
Relinquish my heart, death is preferred
Battered and bruised and broken before
My mercenary heart comes back for more...
Feb 2 2016 an original poem by Daniel Turner
"Today don't beg, don't ask, just thank God in silence for all the blessings in your life. Each morning brings a hidden blessing; a blessing which is unique to that day. You deserve all the good things that happen to you."
~ Paulo Coelho
Auspicious azure atoll with augmented aurora
Bounteous bells bringing in buoyant breeze
Chiming cornucopia of coloured circles
Drawing drapes of dulcet dreams in delight
Emanating effervescence of enchanting echoes
Frivolously flying fervent fruits of father's faith
Gratitude garnered graciously in gaiety golden gospels
Humming harmonious hopes of humane harbinger
Iridescent immaculate ink of inbound ideologies
Jubilant jar of judicious joy in juggles
Kernels of kindness kindred in kaleidoscope
Luminescent leaves with lustre of love language
Mother's memoirs of mesmerizing morning mellow
Nurturing nascent nights with neon nuzzles
Opulent overwhelming opportunities of optimism
Pinnacles of permeating pleasure peeking in panacea
Quintessential quilt of quietude quenching quests
Radiant realms of rapport reviving a rhapsody
Soft silver slumber sparkling in sanguine serendipity
Translucent threads of tenacious tangible treasures
Unearthed utopia upholding ushered upbeats of urges
Veracious variance vibrating valiantly in vicinity
Wonderful white wisps of warm whispering waves
Xenon xing from xenial xylophones of xander xenia
Yellow yarns of yonder yesterdays yielding youthfulness
Zooming with zillion zestful zigzags to zealous zenith
July 20, 2020
SHARE YOUR BLESSINGS POETICALLY Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Beata Agustin
~Winner: 1st Place
sincere reform with sensibility
given neutral
done with understanding:
curiousity whatrever
wherever
made with grace
&prudence
a metaphor of clarity
to delight
our time remains as history
in silence
unity&felicity assemles
an approaching elegy
servitude&approval
precede
preparation&practice
any benefit
of itself a coda
to the kindred
if it is
to be believed
absorbed acceptance
somewhere
novel questions
time&knowledge
a failed moral subject
an armada
of agony
terror
in an aging city
of the sober
downhearted
counting upon freedom
in a sudden memory
of paradise
somewhere
principles of benevolence
with sincerity
lie together
sealed
inside conformity
sunlight streams
awareness with incense
of manners bearing
a sign of exile
exhausted powers
heaviness
a harvest of foolishness
a nuance
of belief
rooted in the margins
of the fields
of humour
awaiting a sign
beloved heirs&subjects
flock
to the pasture
the undertone
of trespass changed
a memory of toil
is now a faint thing
time now
to sleep
hidden
til the dawn of the demure
&
living names
in valued peace
A secondhand corner
Bookstore – I wonder what book will
Choose to make itself known to me today.
Dust or dialogue,
Extraction or echo,
Full-page or fiction? As I enter the
Gateway of the fixation of words – I wonder…
How many homes, people, miles you have been
Introduced to,
Jaunted, or come across? How your
Kindred-ness has inspired so many –
Living through pages, with your tree spirit still alive.
Mediator through human madness,
Navigation through understanding,
Openness through touch. With every
Page turned, how it nourishes a single soul –
Quantifying. Though each
Reader finds different meaning with a new word –
Side note. Though my trip
To the bookstore is coming an end – You are truly the spitting image of what
Universal unification exudes – of what humans allow, that is.
Verso, ending where another can begin again. To find new meaning
Worldwide to create their own place.
Xeric plant from the seed planted – Foundation. As I walk outside,
Yellow birds flying together, and how
Zen harmonizes the day.
I've said it once, and i'll say it again
Consider good, good, inspired short of gain
Sensuous minds knows reward begins with charity
One aged scale of God measures heart of humanity.
Abundance and famine shows their face
We mortals hoard and hoard, while running race
Simplicity hails, suggesting rhythms of ease
Your breathing space and mine, is meant as gift, please believe.
Heaven sends dew that wakes up frozen hearts
And sprinkles minds before baptism starts
Consider good, good; hands across the globe for good
Dry goods, good seeds, good grounds balanced right before our God.
I've said it once, and i'll say it again, choose good,
Kindred spirits, the very blind understood.
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Her charisma unique, her glory graceful
Magic of seasons magnifies her majesty
Her soul pure, pristine and powerful
Her eyes reflect hues of life for eternity
Magic of seasons magnifies her majesty
As Nature endures her kids with forbearance
Her eyes reflect hues of life for eternity
She is the embodiment of perseverance
As Nature endures her kids with forbearance
Warm and cosy in mother's lap, joy overflows
She is the embodiment of perseverance
When her kindred spirit glistens and glows
Warm and cosy in mother's lap, joy overflows
Her soul pure, pristine and powerful
When her kindred spirit glistens and glows
Her charisma unique, her glory graceful
Date: 01/24/2021