A Thing Of Beauty part II
‘The Mother’ The First Generation
The Me alas breaks free
claims my true pedigree
my lineage, my essence
who I was, who I am, who I shall always be
Of two generations après Moi
in awe how they've succeeded
I drink from the fonts of my true nature
Nectar indulging deeply into my delicious sustenance
Quenching a thirst for true belonging
Sturdily balanced upon a steady course
A radiant surge satiates my being
An abundance, a cornucopia of profusions—
my cup runs over—to be savored and shared
upon lips of those who yearn to imbibe
The Me alas breaks free
Exploitation is the dream of the class that governs,
Capitalists are friends of the class that governs.
Every economy desires salvation desperately,
Does all it can to earn profit desperately.
Forces are trained for devils and enemies,
Cursing poor civilians like devils and enemies.
Exploiters call themselves lucky through ways tricky,
The rules are made to keep the system lucky and tricky.
The system of governing is slowly captured by the greedy,
People of the society serve their friends, the greedy.
The blood of innocent creatures satiates the hunger of,
Devils who hide themselves in cloth worn half.
Slogans are made to show the emptiness of mind,
Programs are developed by exploiters of a devilish kind.
The bombs drop less on targets but more on hospitals,
Houses, schools and news talk through stories of hospitals.
Life doesn't belong to any of us
It passes by,
unfathomable
It flows through our fingertips
Encapsulates us, satiates our spirits
Graces us with swollen ankles
And delicate skin prone to wrinkles
Positive mindset satiates my hunger,
In dark clouds, it finds silver linings to see.
It carves out success, not as a warmonger,
And its bravery swirls like tides in the sea.
Walking its paths fuels daily ambition,
With it, no time again will my self-trust fade.
No setback can stir the winds of submission;
My will makes failure retreat, deep in dismay.
Struggles create success of long duration,
That spark is a flame that I hold to chest dear.
Lasting success will demand dedication,
I pray that God's favour will keep my path clear.
Their gatherings draw me, my footsteps align,
For there, their uplifting voices rend the air.
Their kindness and courage in harmony shine,
Building new bonds through the wisdom they all share.
The hope in their lives remains my guiding light,
Proof that all dreams can be within easy reach.
It isn’t just how long one groans through the night,
But how one learns from the lessons life can teach.
Symbolizes long life,
Specialty of each wife;
Sauce--so meaty to drool,
Satiates and makes us full!
So flavorful in sight,
Super Christmas delight,
Sumptuous meal’s highlight.
Let’s go frolic on the landscape of spring
And relish jubilant nature’s beauty
That satiates our glorious wondering.
Exuding brightness from its paths that bring
Showers of bliss in limitless bounty
Let’s go frolic on the landscape of spring.
Bellowing songs of insects and birds ring
Thanking God’s love and graces aplenty
While flower-trees raise their hands, adoring.
Dragonflies and bees swirl around like string
As we twirl, butterflies play…so pretty!
Let’s all frolic on the landscape of spring.
Floral vines boast on high walls, all flaring
And balmy breeze drops petals-confetti
Catch them under the sunray’s offering.
View from the hill the clear lake’s mirroring
The rainbow colors with large quantity
Let’s all frolic on the landscape of spring
That satiates our glorious wondering.
We feel that we know you completely
But all we know is a little only.
We speak about our achievements in a pompous way
And often forget to notice the silent performer in you.
You never feel bad for being the outlet of our anger.
But you are the one who satiates everyone’s hunger.
Your grandchildren may consider you as an old granny.
But they’ll stun when come to know your accomplishments.
If we glide into the previous pages,
We can find how you...
Nourished as a mother!
Preached as a teacher!
Supported as a life-partner!
Harmonized as a coordinator!
Resolved as a chief advisor!
Your thoughts as innocent smiles of rich hued blooms
And actions with the glory of unseen suffused scent
You are the real all-rounder
And you are the best Giver!
PLACED: 1ST
A Mother's Love, Tributes of Love for Mother's Day Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: BJ Legros Kelley
03-05-2022
Extraterrestrial Nourishment
It is what nourishes the hunger within a poet's mind
which satiates the restless heart with a precious find
Penned:
12/27/2021
Lake Worth
Florida USA
I do believe that God made all things right.
Let us rejoice for all is bright since God
In kindness made this world in harmony.
For look, is not the sea so full of food?
What would we do without sardines and whales?
And aren't our fields so full of corn and wheat?
Do not the trees grow fruit that satiates?
Could we stop eating apples all the time?
Our orchards are so full of tasty fare.
The forest praises, it purifies our air.
Thank God for palms, and oaks and stately spruce,
Bushy hazels and the silver birches,
The Lord created for our pleasure trees.
I know God's great creation were the birds.
I love so much to see them fly so high.
I am delighted by their melodies
and so admire their elegance in flight.
God, bless the wind in all its many forms
They clear the clouds and pollinate the trees.
Such forces God did not create in vain?
So full of joy, rejoice and bless the Lord.
It is a must to take good care. Praise God.
Placed 1
24 December 2021
''B'' Forms, 10 Plus lines Poetry Contest
Subject BELIEVE
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Gathering around the blues of life,
Grey clouds signifying defeat and strife.
Thunder and lightning, synonymous with the struggle long.
Fire within burning like the determination strong.
Cold rain pouring on the wounds that burn,
Soothing within, yet kindling the fire, the fire to learn.
The lessons of life and scars of fights,
Bearing witness to your strength.
Evolving, building up and retaining your trait clement.
As the rain satiates the thirst of the Earth,
The penchant for learning quenches my yearning for growth.
The rain of wisdom blooming in my soul.
Taking me towards the light from the dark black hole.
I have developed a craving for thy brown delicacy
For she satiates my hearts deepest desires
She smells like daisies
And has a smile the keyboard portrays after typing good news
She deserves a cathedral in honour of her beauty
Or perhaps an ode
Cause she sounds like the lady I described in one of my poems.
In my rose garden I can smell the spring coming,
listen the sound of music the whistling zephyr brings,
I taste the dew on the unfurled petals so divine,
the smoothness of silk in their velvet touch I feel.
The pristine smell of rain-soaked soil soars in the air,
the dripping leaves vibrate with the sound of raindrops,
the taste of purity I get pouring from the melted clouds,
their soothing touch satiates my parched throat.
I smell on you the enticing scent of a blooming woman,
sound of rustling foliage echoes in your rhythmic footsteps,
when you are on my arms, I taste sweet desire on your lips.
For my winter the warm touch of your love I shall keep.
December 3, 2019
Contest : Smell, sound, taste, touch repeat sense
Sponsor : Sheri Fresonke Harper
Of all existence, revered nebulae,
Thus through this sonnet, a proposed tribute,
From whence first seen, served to personify,
Confirmed heart resigned being absolute.
Once star, a major presence to being,
Alone dependent worlds, ingratiates,
Presently, a vast expanse as best seen,
A belt of towering steed, satiates.
Our cramped frame, paired to your fantastic realm,
Proportionately, grandeur to compare,
Leans on the unthinkable to fathom,
A just aim be a journey set to wear.
Sojourners souls lead to air a last flight,
In a pink pasture, horse waits for its knight.
Date: 06/13/2019
CHERRY RED GLOW, WATCH WITH NO CHAIN
The beast, thus charred, bleeds red, from pit, alarmed.
He checks the time, and time again.
He set it once, a long… long time ago.
All fettered to eternity – disarmed.
He satiates his appetite with coal.
Chews up each act of cherry red.
Each piece a face, endless disgrace.
The burning embers burn, so slow…his soul.
12/14/2016
End rhyme each stanza lines 1 & 4
What Was I Thinking Contest/sponsor - Daniel Turner
HOLY PUDDING
Creamy pale flour toasting slowly in clear butter
Rhythmic strokes glaze it glistening ochre brown
Suffusing sanctum with spiritual fervour
Wafts of rich aroma languidly mount
Bursting sweetness from gold tinged grains
Blessed offering satiates pious souls
Amidst dulcet chants of sonorous refrain
Resonating a trail of endless echoes
Earlier submitted
Oct20 2016
Contest
8 Lines max new or old
Resubmitting for Contest 264 max 8 lines
Date Jan 17 2017
Footnote
The KARAH PRASAD or the sacred pudding of Sikhism is a blend of wheat, sugar and butter prepared with supreme devotion in the backdrop of recitations of hymns from the scriptures and offered to all present.This Prasad is considered a symbol of the Guru's grace and blessings.
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