aristocratic antelope alarms and annoys
blue-eyed baboon’s billy goat buster
causing confusion, consternation and crying
distressing and disturbing deliberate donkey
egg-producing egret elevates enthusiasm
forever frolicking in farmer fred’s pastures
giddy goats gallop in garnished with garlands
happy horse henry hypnotizes henrietta’s hens
intense iguana ignores idiocy of inmates
jackals justify jack rabbits jelly-like jeers
kangaroo keenly kicks off kingly kibitz
luxurious llamas lollygag in the lounge
mischievous monkeys march among marshes
nervous newts nibble on nutty Nutella
obnoxious oxen opts out of outrageous opportunities
preening peacock praises his pompous president
quivering quail questions quaking quasar
rustic rooster ruffles robin’s restlessness
sassy songbirds swizzle and sway toward sand beach
talkative turtle trains tarantula to twist and turn
understudy Ulysses utilizes universal unitedness
validating vocabulary of vicious vultures
wandering weasel wants to find his wishes
‘xacting ‘xtra ‘xhibitions ‘xperiment on eagle’s nest
yellow yak yawns next to yipping young wolf dog
zealous zebra zips into view of aristocratic antelope
Categories:
validating, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Abecedarian
thoughts in the night
The wind is terrible, races around like a drunken
dervish hollering in the night, but when tired of
This needless validating of masculinity it became
quiet; to let my thoughts and worries take over
Simple things at first, should I put the chicken soup
in the fridge, although the soup was still tepid
Of course, the soup was a ruse to stop me thinking
of my declining health, nerve pains, and so on
My doctor, a lovely woman of 48, asks me about
drinking, I tell her I drink red wine between ten at
night to eleven, then I go to bed
She looks out of the window, tries not to smile
Clearly, she doesn't believe me, but it happens to
be true but I see she thinks I'm eccentric
all this is a prelude, to my thoughts about death
will it be painful struggling for air, or will it be
mild like going to sleep and not waking up again
Whatever happens, I will not be able to write or
Make a drama of my death
Categories:
validating, absence, adventure, age, brother,
Form: ABC
And in my silence
I hear naught but the noise
Of distant, faded, dreams
Murmuring
Stumbling, alone
In the shimmering shadows
Of a distant darkness
Searching for a fading freedom
Whispers, caressing
Savored secrets
Echoes validating
Passion’s permanence
Shouting…I am here
In the dark of silence
Dancing alone
In memory’s moments
Categories:
validating, age, life, love,
Form: Free verse
routine we assumed as addictive
is discarded instantly on demand
as of suggestions of the universe
with which our presence complies
it is simply an observation
validating perhaps thinning of ego
wherein all that remains is Self
embodied within organic form
Categories:
validating, introspection,
Form: Free verse
He is here with us
Always
protecting,
providing peace
year round.
Validating His
Amazing
Love
Encouraging us,
nurturing our hearts.
Thankful for His
Immeasurable
nestling,
embracing us
securely.
Desiring that
All
Yearn to live for HIM!!!
Categories:
validating, love,
Form: Acrostic
Blank for poetry
For the first time, I’m blank
No poetic rhythm
or vocabulary connoisseurship
Just plainly and utterly blank
I’m searching and scouring
Not finding the right words
Or any words at all
I’m just...blank
Maybe that’s what this does to you
This way of being deliberately broken
With such a piercing pain
it echoes through the shards of sobs
As I watch the shreds of ashes
Of all I’d based my short-lived life on
Stain the same palm of hands
That worked so hard to appease
Touching the ever so intricate part of me
Shattered
Weeping for the part that held
Every single thread of my dedication
Woven into the most validating piece of clothing
Warm and secure it embraced
Like a heated coat in the cruel winter
And I sat there, blank
Lips sealed with grief
For a self that made the psyche rest
And now I stand worthless and wordless
Blank.
Categories:
validating, art, character,
Form: Free verse
Dazzling spikes elude my confusion as I ponder on the starvation in my essence.
I'll miss you, but glueing to fragments of a pane would drive me to an oasis of oblivion.
Validating on every issue and the insane times, thoughts slipped that I could fix it.
Optimism valiantly caged me in circles, I hope the talks with my little saplings endure.
Renewable freedom not vows, let's dance to this final song of rhythms in happiness as I
Channel my future to a bouquet of blessings for regrets only dig up the scars.
Every step from here leads to healing and warmth of love to my forever butterflies.
Categories:
validating, absence, black love, blessing,
Form: Acrostic
He has anointed
All his creation
He has anointed his nature
All created look up and see the sky blue
Ever true
God's heavenly vintage view
Radiant the substance the circumstance broad
Is his environment
He has spoken mouth created wide open
Spills the rain fill the lane the land
Falling falls views
Look up see the sky blue
He has anointed his nature all creation
Validating recreating let His love purpose flow
Through come upon me
Survival of the drought becomes upon me
I am hungry for the world starving for God's words
Feed me Lord holy Spirit
I deserve to be heard
This found in me
He has anointed His creation all His nature
Categories:
validating, analogy, appreciation, creation,
Form: Free verse
Requirements
customer-driven, tested
satisfying, verifying, validating
deliveries, happy management, follow-ons, happy customers
improving, optimizing, delaying
developer-driven, untested
features
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yeah, so this is pretty poor, imho. gonna have to do better!
Categories:
validating, business,
Form: Diamante
No I shan’t succumb to wickedness in my rightful mind
Will only seek peace within, amongst with those whose kind
Though don’t forget I will protect all that is correct
Where truth is told to unfold riches of respect
No I shan’t succumb to evilness in my beating heart
Unless I’m sick, may turn a bit from goodness and depart
To something else I can’t foresee this ever will be true
For my maker is the only one I need to answer to
No I shan’t succumb to hurt and pain unnecessarily
Though try my best to love with zest unconditionally
Others so in turn they know all a better way
With kindness from my heart and mind shared without delay
No I shan’t succumb to anyone who hinders my good will
For choice is mine as human kind has potential still
To be the part from mind and heart so others will devour
Evil reeks and to the peaks only to de-power
No I shan’t succumb to anyone who plans to stall great things
There I'll laugh toward the face of what the nasty brings
For here we have one chance on Earth to only weave the right
To turn away from all the fools or even still to fight.
Categories:
validating, inspirational, perspective, visionary,
Form: Rhyme
Virtuous excavation…
validating steadfast faith*
voiding wavering trust and hope…
vested for life-building endeavour
verily provides venue for transformation
victorious removal of sin boulders with God’s grace…
visible divine** behavioral progress paved by the Lord
voicing out trust in Christ midst vilifying vanity-vexation
valiant against pride’s visitation for vision-led revival voyage
vigilant to survey heavenly truth toward valuable eternal settlement.
*Hebrews 12:2 Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God.
July 5, 2021
4th place, "This or That, Vol 4: An Excavation" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 7/27/2021.
**Title was changed after contest was judged.
Categories:
validating, blessing, christian, courage, faith,
Form: Alliteration
Foster kid
He pushes them away
Harder each time
So he can prove how worthless he is
Foster kid
He shoots himself in the foot
Proving he is worthless
Validating his parents
Foster kid
Six homes in four years
Running away
But he can never run away from himself
Categories:
validating, 10th grade, 4th grade,
Form: Free verse
Either sooner or later,
Every transfer letter
Would a chained worker unfetter,
Him moving from an old camp
To a new station dry or damp,
This validating with a stamp,
The reason for it not voicing
But its taking of effect noising
Him reminding of Diligence,
As The company’s still trusted Agent,
The message flashed across:
His relocation’s a gain: not a loss,
A new salubrious air to be breathed
In a new scene hating knives are still sheathed
The language of Transfer Letters!
The carefully couched by our Linguistic Betters:
Always as plain as a pikestaff
And straight like a ramrod
Not anything stating by a half;
To seekers of alterations, a cord:
“You are to report to branch B within one week,
Further instructions at your new station seek”.
Categories:
validating, endurance, environment, farewell, leaving,
Form: Rhyme
good
righteous, benevolent
rewarding, validating, prevailing
prosperity, kindness, sinister, diabolical
destroying, inflicting, condemning
dangerous, monstrous
evil
Date written: 11/21/2020
Categories:
validating, conflict, poetry, truth,
Form: Diamante
Here it comes. The avalanche of hate.
You are directing at me because I see you.
I see past the screaming, the hitting, the hurting.
Inside is the little boy who got thrown away.
Thrown to the wolves by his self-absorbed, selfish parents.
You wear your violence as a shroud, a coat of armor to dissuade me.
By pushing me away, you can validate that you are despicable,
validating what your parents showed you about yourself.
If they thought you were worthless, then how dare I think otherwise?
The more I try to love you, the harder you push
Thinking you are not worthy of love.
Your go-to place is hate, violence, anger, rage.
You have managed to fool most of the others.
I know you though; I have seen past this terribleness.
This facade you use to protect yourself from ever feeling this kind of hurt again.
You can rant and rage, you can pretend you hate me.
You can throw attitude toward me every ways to Sunday.
Still I come, even as you goosestep and act Hitler-like
Because you are worth it.
So stop being mean and hateful.
I am not buying it anyway.
Categories:
validating, life, sad,
Form: Prose Poetry
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