Best Avow Poems
When I gaze far off into the night sky
The chaos is not pleasing to the eye.
Seems there was never an overall plan
When the beginning of time began.
I don’t mean to sound so high and mighty
But the stuff up there’s not very tidy.
Yes, there are luminous constellations
But it needs cosmic configuration.
When figuring out just how to plan it
I started on the jumbled up planets.
It’s not a stretch to say they need sorting
And here are a few things I’m purporting.
First I thought they should be alphabetized
Or at least ordered according to size.
They could be arrayed by number of moons
But I think that’s getting too picayune.
Sure, there is a listing of other things
Like arranging them by their colored rings.
Or by what lie’s hidden beneath the dust
That entirely coats their outer crust.
I settled and placed them by dimension
As said plan will cause the least contention.
Starting with the sun, since that big old orb,
Can’t help but lead; being so self absorbed.
Petite planet Pluto, this time is first
Mercury’s next, then trodden Mars comes third.
After that Venus, followed by our Earth
Which were in that order, now they’re by girth.
Let’s jump up to Neptune, then Uranus
Which happens to rhyme with Ignoramus.
Yes fancy Saturn, you go next in line
Jupiter’s last, since so easy to find.
Let’s continue this celestial tale
By systematizing the scene, broad scale.
We’ll journey further than Venus and Mars
To coordinate the world of stars.
We can array each pulsar by brightness
Which doesn’t interest me the slightest.
Or chart them based on their distances from us
Though why on Earth quibble with all that fuss?
Instead we’ll do what the globe mappers did
And arrange every star on a grid,
We’ll plot a rough draft on large graph paper
Like olden times, by light of a taper.
Now, you can choose a square and stick by it.
Worry free of the old cosmic riot.
Where each and every star is viewed best
Whether gazing to north, south, east or west.
The sky is looking much better by now
And all the skeptics will have to avow.
That once you know how to rework matter
Like here on earth, it’s the size that matters.
O last withering leaf hold on to the bough
Whatever be the terror caused by the lightning
Whatever the ruthless winds may avow
Your glory lies in waiting until spring
The sun did not cross the barrier of cloud
To save you from the tyrant hands of frost
You had the gift of survival endowed
You are breathing still, all isn’t lost
Take courage, hold on, don’t let it go
The earth may prepare the hearse for you
Chilling winds may move you to and fro
The gardener aiming to pick you and throw
That may be true but, if you break in despair
My plea not consider nor my counsel care
The delicate young shoots then who will shield
From the onslaught of the fierce and cruel wind
What would be of me
if you could be with me
How would be my present days
if ever you were spared other few days
I open wide my heart so as you I can see
and stand in awe of the woman I would see!
I will not weep or tend to lament
just swallow every moan and each lament
I knelt to the grace of God’s Hands
for the blessing to kiss my mother’s hands
I prayed for a time to once again see you
graced with your presence and a kiss from you
The woman I see as I close my eyes
that’s you, mum, the apple of my eyes
I do remember now my promise and vow
in my words I’d honour your Beauty I avow
Precious praiseworthy parent, my very pride
a sweet scented Rose, a lofty tree in your pride
Envy could not sow its seeds into my heart
as your passionate Love would immune my heart
Here I am on a special day that honours every dear mum
what I feel no words could bear as you are not here, mum..
Besma
Written on March 3rd, 2021
Edited on May 29th, 2021
Mother’s Day on May 30th, 2021 (In Tunisia, celebrated on the last Sunday of May)
Happy Mother’s Day to all the amazing mums in the whole world!
Ashamed to avow my sins,
A burden mine alone to bear,
Broken beyond repair,
Baptized in gold to fill the cracks,
Restless nights, Velour gowns turning to sacks
No amount of gold brings relief,
Debased by lies and deceit,
Beg for forgiveness,
And you shall be forgiven,
He, who knows all, saw underneath my veneer,
A pain, a woe played for deaf ears,
I beseech my lord to forgive my misdeeds abhorred,
Let my midnight scribble turn into beautiful word.
Last winter's resolution gone by spring
So I never did the bikini thing
The same five pounds
Still hanging around
I sigh and stare at that suit made of string
Perhaps I should take a different approach
By hiring a personal trainer coach
Jillian Michaels
Exercise cycle
And perhaps just a dash of self reproach
I'll cram my flab into that swimsuit now
To wear it all winter I will avow
Though it causes pain
I'll struggle again
But by June I'll still look like a sea cow
What Col. William Barrett Travis might have said to the defenders
of the Alamo on March 5, 1836, the twelfth day of the siege.
Remember the Alamo
My fellow Texians hear what I say
your courage inspires and leaves me in awe;
as I humbly stand before you today
your gallantry from which my strength I draw.
Sant’ Anna’s troops surround this mission’s walls,
and from this bout we face, there’s no escape;
we’ll fight to death until the last man falls,
and with the blood we shed, the fates we’ll shape.
For friends and fam’lies our lives will avow
the future hopes and freedoms they’ll attain,
and when the final man has made his bow,
please know that we will not have died in vain.
Our deeds here will forever write their scripts
when “Remember the Alamo” leaves their lips.
September 18, 2020
Choose Me.
I sit here upon this darkened sill.
Dust my meadow,cobwebs my forest.
Waiting for you to draw near.
I long for you to become my Master,
-and I your plaything.
Hold Me.
Wrap your fingers on my fiber woven flesh.
Mold me as if my body were clay.
Sculpting me to become your precise fit.
I am incomplete,an unfinished creation.
Grip my form,so I will forever belong in you hands.
Own Me.
Make me only yours.
Etch your name on the canvas of my skin,
leaving your mark with a ravenous kiss.
The stroke of your breath branding my secret places.
Dress Me Up.
Undo my buttons.Dress me in crimson silk.
Lace up my stockings,the way you like it.
You alone control our unbridled imagination.
I alone,am your shameless object of desires.
Lead me to your darkest corners,
and I shall fill you with undying lucid light.
Pose Me.
Let you gently move my body to play your game.
My Master,for I shall always let you conquer me,
as I desire only to be your private conquest.
Dance With Me.
Lift me up into your arms,let me inhale your essence.
Hold me tight against the contour of your body.
We will dance to your amorous mortal orchestra of rapture.
Yes, Play Me.
You my Master, are truly the maestro of my wanton song,
and I, your instrument holding every note for your seductive measure.
Your delusion-conceives my reality.
Lay Me Down.
Lead me gently to your bed of promises.
Whisper carnal secrets in my ear,for I will never tell.
By your side, I will stay always and watch you sleep,
with each breath you take I long to penetrate your soul.
To share your heartbeat, without yours mine exists not.
Choose Me.
Let me be your Mistress and satisfy your persuasion.
The Angel you long to taste.
The Saint that absolves your sin.
The Gatekeeper of your thoughts.
I sit here upon my darkened sill.
Dust my meadow, cobwebs my forest.
Choose Me.
Take me now,and I avow solemnly,
that for all the sands of eternity I will always remain,
~your little RagDoll
Moving ridges - blue, green salty de-bree
Lightly, sweep the beach;
As inland rolls the sea
All species, shapes shells' species,
Tumble to shore, scoured by wind, by sand
Frothed, hi-lo crests, toss, create odd creases
Ocean sounds, subdued to loud
Galaxies twinkling, twinkling, over sandy shore
Moving ridges - blue, green, salty de-bree
Limicoline birds probe of tiny beaks
Cerripedes cling - of rock jetty walls
Tumble to shore, scoured by wind, by sand
Dephinidae family-play, chirrups avow
Perceived near silted edge
As inland rolls the sea
Blessed - this Shangri-la
Peace, quiet soul
Creation, presented us
Euphony, miles around
Tunes linger over moist earth
Moving ridges - blue, green salty de-bree
Humility - our
Ever-so-ever thankful
Peace, quiet soul
Waves' tumble, night does endow
Loose sand - wet clay
As inland rolls the sea
Visons 'cross vast waters
Ruffles of promise dapple there
Ever-so-ever thankful
Righteous melodies heard
Moon casts it's shadow
Moving ridges - blue, green salty de-bree
As inland rolls the sea
Placidity drowns fears
All shells, shapes, species
Ruffles of promise dapple there
Frothed, hi-lo white caps, toss, creates odd creases
I have a sacred longing
to read your exquisite words,
to memorize by heart my
favorite passionate lines.
Those ardent words lift my
spirits to beyond the ethers.
Your capacity to enchant my
heart surpasses all others
and leaves me with a breathless
yearning, compelled to read more.
Your golden pen expresses
such impassioned feelings,
I too percieve, that are buried
deep within my sensitive soul.
As you avow a continuity of
ardor that burns brightly, you
illuminate my senses with
a brilliance unfathomable.
To comprehend the depth
of your poetry is to try to
relate the secrets of our
unknown universe in the
shining stars light years into
the past that form our future.
I retire now to become lost
in the magnificence of you!
9-11-18
*Lord Byron
The task begins with awareness, and freedom without it is harmful. So let us not look back in fury or forward in panic, but rather around in awareness. By Poet
Let me tell you a story.
Can you Imagine a harsh quiet? Jeers sneer idleness,
or scoff to classify the ultimate sinful act of sadness;
or quashing irk for an eternal colossus of havoc,
perhaps the planet was spaed and will be ruined here.
Cynical scorn asphyxiates, cauterizing all life on Earth;
who can imagine how vile days linger eerie memories?
how often tongues are swelled with astringent tartness?
those with acidic sadness tease with a biting reply.
Soul was sunk on all live paws to quell a herd of verrucae,
could you kindly scan feeble shapes on a pealing day?
how would you handle a splenic tongue with an awful zest?
or apply on a scorching sting a horrible sneering welt.
Mortal musings slay my sight while roaming ruins,
I feel the pain, frocking seconds ripen fruitful minutes;
none to stop him, acidulous hours burn a swollen body,
did you honor your vow not to view your tears in public?
Or, to win, they select the nuclear light to avow the day,
scavengers swarming forbidden self-destruction zones;
where the war had started, it was awarded might;
whenever beguiling eyes and spite the sight,
I hate lethal viruses as much as a police car passing by;
I hate falling asleep at night as well as not falling asleep,
I hate the doorbell at night and massive storms,
I hate going broke or having too much money.
I fear being late and fear being the first to come;
I fear that all I yearn for might jeopardize others I love;
I fear death or a miserable existence for a long time,
I fear not adoring enough and being confused.
Slow slurps, wearing vengeful speeches bleary;
on stage atomic bombs were used to turn the sky purple;
Insouciance fosters the dreadful pulverization,
I should have dropped my Kyiv pass.
wabbling world......
2ND PLACE CONTEST WINNER
Written: April 17, 2022
Theme: War
Form N - Narrative - New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
We are mere mortals with an uncertain destiny
at the mercy of time and of fates that be
but dearest, I will remain forever true to thee
For it's you I will love, I avow this faithfully
I will hold you close unto my soft breast
press my warm lips to yours upon behest
croon thee to slumber when in need of rest
bathe you in the ocean's waves as they crest
Though death may blazon to me in the night
shackled, we shall remain in chains held tight
never will I be enticed away from your sight
nor will a grave ever become our dividing blight
No reaper's scythe shall keep you from me
from this heart of mine, you will never be free
as rooted fast in the Earth's richest soil, a tree
our hearts will be entwined for all eternity
That was Then, and This is Now
In the crypt of our loves memory, we danced so free,
Our romance, a cursed flame, burned with spectral glow.
But secrets, whispers from the damned, you see,
Now haunt this desolate heart with bitter, icy woe.
Thy deceitful touch, a venomous bite, I now know,
That hath passed from then, to now.
Thy laughter once, a haunting dirge so sweet,
Our dreams of an eternal union, pure and true.
But lies now stain the sacred vows we'd greet,
And trust, like a shattered vase, lies strewn askew.
Thy beloved promises now broken, I avow,
That hath passed from then, to now.
The poison upon thy lips, the accursed kiss still stings,
Each deceitful syllable, a phantom’s scream, tears my soul.
In the pit of despair, echoes of love's anthem rings,
Now consumed by the lies that devour it whole.
Thy pleas for moral absolution, I disallow,
That hath passed from then, to now.
As the raven of betrayal seeks to amend its weary prey,
Thy sharp talons, ripping out my heart's core.
Once deemed invincible, our love, now rent in disarray,
Drifting further apart, forevermore.
No longer shall I heed thy entreaties, in sorrow we shall bow,
That hath passed from then, to now.
Memories of our cursed love, linger in the mist,
I'll forge ahead, embracing the darkness that we sow.
For in the ruins of our buried love, lost to a fateful tryst,
The price of your betrayal, in blood, I shall bestow.
Thus, that hath been us then, and this is I now!
A lush mountain of scintillating pines,
breathe in elevating bouquet,
breathe out the tension.
Sentinels wave in lilting breeze,
breathe in radiant light,
breathe out ossifying stress.
A gentle terrain in silent air,
breathe in oxygen,
breathe without care.
Soft soil rests in light repose,
breathe in light beauty,
allow heart to share.
Here in nature’s gentle grace,
introspection’s a healing balm;
peace of enlightenment reigns.
In nature, I feel peace within
and God speaks gently on the winds,
so soft the voice now flows.
We are the same, this earth and I
to care for her, I do avow
aligned harmonically.
This elysian womb is our home;
no living thing’s ever alone,
all is one, all is zen.
2-26-2021
Inner alignment Poetry Contest
Unseeking Seeker
Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained
Written: by Miracle Man
10-17-2019
Many people will avow,
to being risk adverse.
In discussing this point,
they often become terse.
if we can’t stick our neck out,
without undue fear.
We’ll be like the tortoise,
and not get anywhere.
Sometimes a decision,
causes life to seem bleak.
But risk is always commensurate,
with the reward we seek.
Quote: The forest is my loyal friend. A Delphic shrine to me.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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The forest is my sanctuary, a sphere of peace, a realm of solace,
Dwelling in equanimity, conjuring serenity harmonious, flawless;
Where my heart sings, humming hymns, lauding a tranquil place,
Ringing soul’s sacred bells, echoing reverence of Delphic grace.
Zealous vibes of the forest gleam, vying lure of enchanted eyes,
Whether welcoming avid dawns, lifting with aureate sunrise,
Or greeting dreams of rosy-eventide, themes esoteric surmise,
Mesmerized by art of fuchsia motifs, upon sapphire-blue skies.
In this forest often I find, angelic gifts of messengers divine,
Much alike ancient prophecies, emanating from Apollo’s shrine,
Bestowing blessings of Artemis, proffering halo of healing light,
Where I enter edified, enlightened basking in solitude of night.
Whispers-comforting soothe, life’s anguish in tender breeze,
Strumming rhythms of leaves, conversing with sashaying trees,
As tenor of birdsongs reverberates, propagating tunes of glee,
Where animals roam freely, and butterflies chromatic spree.
Living in the moments inspiring, as instincts erudite, spur me on,
Leaving behind travails of past, and memories-wistful of bygone,
Elevating reveries of morrow, yet, reveling in passions of now,
Content I feel, in offerings of life, pleadings benevolent avow.
Eternal feels its timeless domain, ethereal is its cherubic voice,
In company of this selfless friend, mindfully, gratefully I rejoice;
Reflecting on occult, yet, heavenly eloquence luring my mind,
To decode the message of Delphic lexicons, Apollo enshrined.