Sounder Poems | Examples

Big Ben chimes Bazball Zen

Big Ben chimes again
With Bazball zen
One of those men
From special stock
Shepherd of the flock
Hewn from strewn Volcanic rock

From New Zealand's Southern Isle
But only there for a wee while
Mighty flame haired flair laird 

Without doubt more about Blighty's North East
They forged this bellicose beast
Ripsnorting sporting cavorting squire  
Glutton & gourmand gorged feast

Test town crier
Puffed buffed chest
Inspire..burning
Proper copper topper
Churning fire..

Endless zest..desire
No dull lull
No bore draw
Simple...aspire
To score more!

It's not arcane
Stokes campaign & reign
Train like you're insane
Always entertain!

Remember us flounder 
In the gutter
Trounced...17 on the bounce 
Could we have found
Pound for pounder
Better all rounder

Nutter...go getter 
Sounder founder
Run rate record setter
Of the evolution
And revolution 
Of Test cricket

Toe to toe
Blow by blow
Heave ho
Give us a ticket

In the Baz ball or
Ben buzz grotto

Gung Ho motto

You will never know 
Till you give it a go!

Echoes of Shared Heartbeat

Written: December 06, 2024
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We were born into tribes
cinctured by bonds and praxis
welded by ambits and dictums
an eyeless chasm.

But scope a sounder view
just under the shimmering surface
and the outcome will be luculent
our parallels often outshine our oddities.

Our blood is crimson
all of us slipshod weeps
all of us longing for love
all of us fail to face our fears.

Our zeal fashion fetching flow
our souls seek seraphic symbiosis
we all itch for a warm welcome
and achieve startling accolades.

But, we build walls,
and draw lines in the sand,
we judge hinged on appearance,
and ignore the outstretched hand.

But if we may just foresee,
beyond the color of our skin,
and the language we spree,
we may find kin.

Because in the recesses of our souls
within our deep cores
all of us are noxious
rhapsodic around finding fulfillment.

So let's slip away,
from the chains of tribalism,
and gasp our kinships,
with love and hope.

For only then,
can we for real unite,
and transcend our differences,
Into a world of light.

Friendship of the good and bad

Long at first, truncating then on,
Short to start, sounder as goes on,
Like forenoon and post-noon shadows,
Friendship of the good and bad goes.  
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Translation |34.09.2024| good, bad, friendship 

Poet’s note: Sanskrit has thousands of verses of wisdom called Subhashhitam.  This verse talks about friendship and compares it with the shadows cast from sunrise to noon, and then from noon to sunset-- long to start with and then shortening (of the evil), and short to begin with but growing big as time passes (of the good).  The transliteration of the Sanskrit verse follows:

Aarambha gurvee, kshhayinee kramena, laghvee puraa, vriddhi-matee cha pashchaat |
Dinasya poorvaardha paraardha bhinnaa, chhaaya iva maitreem khala sajjanaanaam ||

I Spied A Valley Low-POTD

I spied a valley low
Across the road from the cemetery
A Columbus monkey swinging by

The trees of the vale
Stood tall and forlorn
Observing the crematorium
Covered in light gray smoke
As morning traffic streamed on by

Giraffe reached for the tallest bough
And I thought I heard the leopards growl
And by the road was a troop of baboons
As people walked on by

And a few yards away,
Was the army garrison
A regiment trooped on by,
As a sounder was grazing idly by
And people walked on by

Yes I spied a valley low
Where life carried on slow
Across the road from the cemetery
Where footsteps were dull and hollow
A funeral procession was going on

Yes the trees of the vale
Were tall and forlorn
The sun hung high and lorn
As were the clouds of dawn
As I drove along that road
Away from that valley low

Life of a Dog

On way to work you find a dog asleep,
And see the same scene on a return trip.
If that makes you wonder
Who lives life much sounder,
You live a dog’s life, no need to think deep.

If your dog has your bed taken over
And you’ve no option but to sleep on floor,
I suggest what to do,
If you have not a clue.
Turn three times before you sleep down, and snore!
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Limerick |03.08.2023| life, dog, humour
Poet’s note: The first limerick indicates that many a man live a dog’s life. The second, if your dog has usurped your bed, and now that you live a dog’s life, do as dogs do: Turn three times before you sleep on the floor. Additionally, snore and see if your dog is disturbed and vacates your bed. Good luck.

School

If you want to darkness dump,
To in life take a long jump;
If you need a sounder base,
A crossing into new phase…

For who wants to rule his thought,
Not relying on ideas bought;
For emerging a true champ,
Where you happen to now camp… 

To know how to drink with straw,
Fingernail clip when it’s claw!
For leverage to the fore,
Behind leaving days of yore… 

You’d better you went to school,
For therein awaits The Tool;
When one is no longer young, 
Earning money like The Strong…

In higher ones find a course.
Don’t try stampedes of a horse;
You will have broken a rule
And might not escape Half Fool…

God knows I’m the First Witness,
Now, a fast–selling–business
Ingratiating the teacher,
Who sometimes sounds like preacher…

Golf Course

Sounder of pigs
ruined golf course
coming to you

One Phrase

Call me a Poet,
but I’m just a writer
these words that I breathe
respoken much later 
Call me a Poet,
my couplets in rhyme
each stanza to shorten
with meaning sublime
Call me a Poet,
my retinue sounder
to live by the moment
my squares getting rounder
Call me a Poet,
I’ll call you the same
if one phrase you’ll tender
—attached to your name

(The New Room: March, 2022)

Viking All In Black

He was grizzled, intimidating, the original Viking all in black.
We were fearful, tearful, he was frightened us. We felt lack.
Is he a Viking? A Trojan? A Greek? A devil not clearly seen?
We did not know, so we reported this stranger to our darling queen.

Our queen was not afraid of anything, we had seen this before.
She summoned him to court, but he disappeared, gone forevermore.
We pondered this stranger with blue eyes the rest of our life. 
He was a battle of one, scaring us soundly. We all felt the strife.

He was Celtic, a pagan, a man with battle and death on his mind.
He was horrible, a meanie, nothing like our loving sweet kind.
Some said his name was unmentionable, so they would never tell.
One thing for sure, this curious stranger was straight out of hell.

The story of him grew until it could not be contained, alive in the air.
He killed with his bare hands. His ebony coats were made of a bear.
He was a hermit, a rounder, a sounder, a man to be avoided and feared.
We love the stories of him. They are camp fire songs too, many endeared.

On Ageing-As Aging Growing Old-

As ageing growing old;
It turns out, most grumpy stale people used to be grumpy young people;
This I believe it is so;
Ageing doesn’t turn a cheerful person into a grouch;
Now that I’m older I need to go get and off this couch;
The birth we’re born then we were young this is the prequel;
As ageing growing archaic elders then not treated as equals;
We are sounder problem-solvers;
And can sooner quickly draw the message from an argument; 
Neither am I poor nor destitute but now I’m on a fix budget:
As ageing growing old;
Being comfortable a must and not being stylish anymore;
A sense of urgency comes with ageing, I know who I am;
And to whom I AM PRAYING;
Do you, hear what I’m saying;
The nice thing about getting older is you have seen it all, lived it all, felt it all;
As ageing growing old yes! We all see it all, live it all, feel it all;
(if we don’t die before we’re 45)
As ageing grows old, I sigh;
As I remember what my grandparents had said why...
As ageing growing old OH! my;


06/13/19


Written by  James Edward Lee Sr.  2019©
For UNO  2019 Intergenerational Poetry Contest

Our World In Sync

Our World In Sync


We all dream of peace on earth...a lasting peace
when all wars no longer threaten, cease.
To live sounder lives, and drink
to a strengthened link:
all, from birth,
sync
with our earth;
live more kindly, think
how unrest and fear will shrink
when our hopes for brotherhood increase.
We all dream of peace on Earth...a lasting peace.


Sandra M. Haight

Form: Andaree
Syllables: 11, 9, 7, 5, 3, 1, 3, 5, 7, 9, 11    
Rhyme: a-a-b-b-c-b-c-b-b-a-a
First and Last Line Must Be The Same

Intelligentsia

I think about intelligence
     And wonder why we think our due
     Is sanctioned by our own IQ
That natural inheritance
     Compels us by unbending laws
     To evolutionary cause
That beggars to irrelevance
     The truth that brains can be a threat
     That make it easy to forget
The most compelling evidence
     That intellect may well provide
     A rationale for venal pride
Displacing sounder temperaments
     With logical proficiency
     Ignoring self-deficiency
And cultivates intolerance
     With vanity incredulous
     And tidy, hidden prejudice
That blithely leads to negligence
     Denying those less capable
     In contexts inescapable

I much prefer the elegance
     Of caring for the other guy
     Of answering a helpless cry
Of principled benevolence
     That intellect cannot be taught
     Beyond the wit of reasoned thought

I think about intelligence
That natural inheritance
That beggars to irrelevance
The most compelling evidence
Displacing sounder temperaments
And cultivates intolerance
That blithely leads to negligence

I much prefer the elegance
Of principled benevolence



Written July 5, 2018

Day 2

I’d almost forgotten
 
how you make the sun shine brighter

as you did yesterday 

taking  me back into your life

Where once I’d stomped my clumsy way

blundering on to blunder yet again

yes, while loving you,

but far less deserving than

I thought myself to be. 

 Despite your knowledge of my truths

you made a sounder, happier, more contented man

 than existed yesterday 

before you forgave me.

Overwhelming Thoughts

Overwhelming Thoughts
Why!?! I wondered; daily, solemnly pondered.
Why am I here – why not dead and moved yonder?
Thoughts pestered – which of them is believably sounder?
Look at me now: am I here for a divine plan greater?
Or could it even be for a family legacy, much better?
I stretched my imagination to accommodate me – a trend-setter!?!
My family’s legacy: pacemaker, fore-bearer and leader!?!
Is it possible? Could I fill the role of “Mighty man,” a Gideon follower?
Do I have what it takes to be a strong leader, father and believer?
Thoughts persisted and overwhelmed – I continued t questioningly wonder.
Why am I here? Is it just for this? Is this pain the whole plan of the Father?
                                                           End
                                                   By: Dion Penville

Sun and Soul Music

Thus the fetter less shadows I've been dragging
As the seeds of stalwart words are germinating one after another
This is happiness that touches the horizon from green to dark green!
Leave to glade and the smell of wet air 
A long time ago, the pain sounder has gone.
Ha bliss! Like sleeping,
Spend time idly into Bluish tint of the eyes.
Oh majestic! How to dawn
On my chest to match the sky!
A Cerulean sail of comfort 
Stand against the wind! 
From wave to wave, reaches far crowd.
How to going about lost so long personal invention of fancy! 
Orotund rollicking, Malice aspirations,
Scream like heavenly dream.
My survival, my survival! 
Across the field of sunflower plants, just a plant,
A sunflower, talking with the sun alone

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