"praiseworthy" poems
In go the stabs to my synthetic skin.
Sew my eyes,
recreate them with the charm of Rumpelstiltskin’s tricks.
Stitch my lips,
Color them with the scarlet of Snow White’s cursed apple.
Snip my hairs,
String together the golden threads of Rapunzel’s deathly charm.
Stuff my *******
Fill them with the ingredients of witches’ wildest fantasies.
Mold my legs,
Fit them in for the glasswork of Cinderella shoes.
Tattoo my heart,
make each beat a praiseworthy beauty.
May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 10:08 PM UTC
What is beauty?
What makes one thing more attractive than another?
How does beauty fade in our eyes when nothing outside has changed?
What is ugliness?
What makes one thing more attractive than another?
Why does something ugly become beautiful even though nothing outside has changed?
What is the difference between these two stanzas?
When a pretty girl looks ugly because of her inner awareness…
When an ugly girl displays attractive virtues in her inner awareness…
Why can’t I meet a girl that shows outer and inner beauty?
If a girl was treated like coal all its life
she would only know it was a jewel to those that had the time to see the truth within.
If a girl was treated like a jewel all its life
She would not be treated differently even if she didn’t show praiseworthy qualities,
But may show these qualities due to reciprocity.
Only when that lump of coal is treated enough like a jewel will it wish to shape itself like one.
Only when that jewel appreciates her attention will she shape herself like one.
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 4:09 AM UTC
Those unchained melodies are heard-
slayed and naked, like a lost soul-
wand'ring along a village; a dejected village!
And hark, hark to how they plead!
O, how they beg to be alive, to be free
from the deadness of these winds.
But no-one greets them, with a handful
of care!-how ill, and thievery is,
such inattentiveness! What a smug
egotism!-For these areth living
creatures, not lurking shadows as they'th seemed!
Blackened willows, stiffened dust;
trembling trees, affronted branches-
bending in their nakedness, a scene of vulgarity
with no ******* and sensations-
to capture attention, o, am'rous
attention! How poor these humans are! Brutes
are they to natureth-dappled with disgrace,
insincerely prayin' for more and more to feed their
ungrateful innuendoes-which prey on their
mortality-to fascinate their tongue,
and ***** And elements with no such marks
are out of them, no thinking is set on them;
no moreth! Peek, peek now, at how those
bountiful thorns blureth, and dieth!-at the scorn
and rivalry amongst humans-and still no-one bothers
kindethly-to eventh peek at 'em, yon miserable,
pitiful creatures! But 'ose humans, whose spitefulness
is awayth from b'ing praiseworthy, are aboundth with
death; cannot they defy it, inescapable as it's always
been-for death is not destined to dieth-never!
Thus thy sins, humans, wilt swing thy joys into swamps
of guilt, denial, and suffrage-be unafraid of which,
straighten thy chins-for these are all what thou'th
deserved, all along! Thou'th betrayed nature, and now
thy souls wilt be thy subtlest enemy-thy veiled threat!-
beware of 'tis, but still perchance, it is futile to
exhort thee-now and again! Thou art stained with
remorse, and prefereth doth thou-to follow thy own
course, rather than nature's bliss's vows.
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 6:39 PM UTC
the Webster's, the Merriam's,
residents of the Oxford
say not,
an exclamation or a noun,
but an action,
a doing word,
not so much...
as a poet~sorcerer
digressing rules,
is my input
appetizer,
poems, my exported
entrées
all posted to be
dessert
for all the sweet tooth
parts of you
all to
feast on this
process,
when I
hallelujah you...
"Praise the Lord"
the translation literal
but sojourn herewith me
for a few extants,
together, let's
invigorate, expand the
understanding of an ever expansive
definition...
if I ever fall out of love,
with natural words,
can no longer
hallelujah/scribe
to memorialize
why we claim,
we are alive....
hallelujah's
praises
for you all the
master designers'
praiseworthy creations,
an extension of themselves,
they said
in each human
godlike spark
hallelujah installed
there is nothing more
godlike
than being
human,
so when I
hallelujah
I praise each and everyone
it is a mixologist's dream,
some of it a
thank you,
some of it a
your welcome,
all of it a
celebratory exercise,
in appreciation,
of the finery of what we can
be
come
greater
through
the words
of our blood
transfused
Oh!
act out Hallelujah,
write it as if you must
urgent do
Hallelujah,
do it
not just now but,
Selah!
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 5:18 PM UTC
Describe yourself. Describe this world. Describe a tree. Describe an iPhone, a dung beetle, a circling vulture, a pill you swallow daily.
Things, millions of things, are occurring simultaneously around us and it is up to us what we decide to describe as note-worthy.
We mentally decide what is praiseworthy.
Strive to describe only that which is worthy, when we are surrounded by so much that unworthy.
Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 1:10 PM UTC
1:38pm Sabbath Mar 25 2023
*it was in no vast eternal plan, no signed signal,
that this day, this moment, this infusion of
a hymn would I compose, lyrics praiseworthy,
to my god, my creator…my single life-long companion.*
*mine hymn of tribute, hymn of mystery,
words of uplift suffusing, abundant abide within,
music straightens my back, eyes tear-glisten,
how come this joy unconstrained, so affecting?*
*the wonder of this mystery, the wander of soul,
how be it all that troubles retreats, a waving-bye tide taken,
both emptied and fulfilled, in simultaneous simplicity,
I am confirmed, ascertained, relieved, even revived!*
*at the intersection of rising divinity, insistent human frailty,
at the crossroads of pure perfection, permanent imperfection,
the impermanence of this meeting quickens, gladdens, knowing
a glancing touch of god’s finger both enlivens and yet blankets.*
***my entire substance, composition, neath a comforter of good,
in a calming restfulness, with the knowing grace that this will pass,
my hymn marks my forehead permanent, that just once I moved in a place, not twixt, not tween, but a perfect firmament nearer my god***…
Mar 25, 2023
Mar 25, 2023 at 3:26 PM UTC
Addicted to your lovin’ ways
vibrations goin’ up my spine
because of the melody of your voice
let’s be together and plan our future
Yellow flowers are the perfect
reminscement of my infatuation to you
because of your light energy
that’s intact with my lovin soul
and your praiseworthy temple that lets me bow down in worship
Stars shinnin’ 'cause of your beauty
the moon dancin’ 'cause of butterflies in my stomach
wind energy is in motion
like the sailing waters in the ocean
heavy breathin’, night lights
love strokin’, passion rights
can I be yours alone
my heart longs for your touch.
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 3:30 AM UTC
(a quid pro quo plug for zaftig women)
women that tip weigh ling needle to spin vicious circle
akin to puppy chasing her/his tail
or require digital scale,
at the extreme alt right registering heavy
ba Jill 'en Jack knifed pail loads
whether young or old ought to be appreciated
not waifer thin self starved as a rail,
instead they suffer unfair injustice
like a trapped quivering quail
thus this fatalistic, generic,
and holistic landlubber
wanted to point head lee
hammer home one secure
heterosexual ******* stronger than
omnipotent Marcy's Playground
weather beaten pail
Trent Reznor's sixty 9 inch rust free steel nail
into the coffin of bias
against bevy of beautiful babes
within the mind of this male,
who inherited genetic predisposition
for being average, hearty and hale
yet feel compassion for those engaged
in an ongoing with battle of the bulge,
hmm... perhaps hiding ample *****
akin to milky sopping wet grail
or accepted unequivocally themselves
without envy of lithesome women,
who seem to possess flair with nary a flail
yet possess much love to avail,
and tis wise to love oneself unconditionally
despite premium aesthetics considered svelte
which mass media accentuates de facto spelt
definition of femininity aka runway models
donned in faux animal pelt
whose deliberate self exhibition
prompts madding crowd of man
to waggle tongue with slack jaws
as if ready to melt
or at instantaneous signal telepathically felt
drop drawers upon removing blackbelt.
Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 6:03 PM UTC
Mighty and Majestic
All strength comes from You
Unapproachable light
All goodness comes from You
Ruler of all things
All power comes from You
King of Kings
All honor comes from You
Sovereign Lord
All things come from You
Unfathomable greatness
All things are possible through You
Incomparable One
Holy
Splendorous
Glorious
Blessed
Praiseworthy
Awesome
Wonderful
True
Incredible
My Precious God
Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 8:20 PM UTC
Like the mountains we admired.
I'm time worn.
Once praiseworthy, mighty, enduring.
Sculpted by winds of change.
Carved by a harrowing gaze.
Reduced to sediment, caressed by the currents of time.
Like the seas we longed for.
I'm abundant.
Everlasting, spellbinding, looming.
Now polluted, rotting from the surface
Stagnant where I lie.
Once most of your world.
Like the winds; once at our back.
I'm adrift.
Fluent, nimble, restless.
Tempted by canyons, gullies, and meadows alike.
Hellacious squalls begging at sealed windows.
Searching for you.
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 1:53 PM UTC
ALLAHUMMA SALLI ALA MUHAMMADIW WA ALA AALI MUHAMMADIN KAMAA SALLAITA ALA IBRAHIMA WA ALA AALI IBRAHIMA INNAKA HAMIDUM MAJID. ALLAHUMMA BAARIK ALA MUHAMMADIW WA ALA AALI MUHAMMADIN KAMAA BAARAKTA ALA IBRAHIMA WA ALA AALI IBRAHIMA INNAKA HAMIDUM MAJID.
Allahumma! Send blessings upon (Holy Prophet)Muhammad and upon theProgeny of (Holy Prophet)Muhammad as You sent blessings upon Ibraheem and upon the Progeny of Ibraheem; indeed, You are praiseworthy and glorious. Allahumma! Bless (Holy Prophet)Muhammad and the Progeny of (Holy Prophet)Muhammad as You blessed Ibraheem and the Progeny of Ibraheem; indeed, You are praise worthy and glorious.
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Drop by Drop
Drop by Drop
Everytime, anytime
Let it fall.
Let it fall.
My worthy tears.
Never stop.
Never stop.
Till I see
My beloved Mustafa(SAW)
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 1:05 PM UTC
Malcontents are contrary.
Praiseworthy comments
Find antithetic lamments
Filled with spite and bile.
If somethings are good,
It's understood,
They're twisting all the while.
They argue black and white,
Or night and day;
Wear blinders to other ways.
They just don't see the rainbow.
Every query has three sides;
Their's is there to despise;
Contrary to pluses
Of the other three sides.
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 2:19 PM UTC
Hey! You!
Follow Your Path
Frost had it right when he “Took the road less traveled by”
But when is that easy?
Because frankly the road I’m going down has been traveled by many
At this day in age I’m not sure there is a road not traveled
Roads have been paved and concreted to the city
Made by technology and not withered by experience
I would love to take the road less traveled by
But instead I think I’ll take to the sky
Because these roads are cluttered with traffic
And too slow moving
For my fast-paced decade
So I think I’ll traveling by plane
I believe a great man name “Doc” once said, “where we’re going, we don’t need roads.”
That’s right I don’t need roads
Because I’m done following the path paved and named for me
I’m done with society not viewing the world the way I see
I’m done with the insecurities
I will not be told
I’m not pretty enough
Smart enough
Involved enough
I’m not tall enough
I’m not old enough
I determine my life not you
I will not wait at the stoplight
I will no longer wish for the green to last
Because the sky is limit
I will not wait another minute
This advice is not only to me but to you
Fly with me
Be clueless with me
We will make the sky our kingdom
Give ourselves absolute freedom
Do go down the path we please
Because we choose our destinies
Just think of the endless possibilities
I am sick of the need to perpetually people please not praiseworthy persons who are passively prejudice of my personal path
Please, swallow your pride
We don’t need roads
And we don’t need to deal with stop signs
We just need to mind the birds
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 5:32 PM UTC
In my youth
I pretended to be
what I thought others’ thought
was prideworthy and praiseworthy,
and I was unjoyful and unhappy
self-annihilating my authentic self.
Now I am older
and I realise
only by being my authentic self
and striving for joy and happiness
using my authentic self
can I be joyful and happy.
Jul 25, 2019
Jul 25, 2019 at 11:34 PM UTC
so Olson (#2), Honorarium
around here,
poets have been advised and disclaimed
the genuine praise of others get repaid
in kind, in k i n d
no, nope, not in
succinct pithy praiseworthy commentaries
that pays the quid pro quo bills
no ******* it,
a full blown poem is your honorarium,
you have torn open that envelope, and gosh **** golly gee...
debts must be paid for the scales can not exist imbalanced,
until pieces of me equal pieces of you,
and I hate owing (for one never can be owning) poems...
Honorarium
*this lonely business, never paid the rent,
at best, I hear them whisper, leave him be,
he’s entranced in other galaxies, breathing
words of nitrous oxygen, which has oft
produced excitable effects, copious weeping, hysteria,
and uncontrollable hyena laughter and
a sadness so deep, we fear for his retrieval*
*while
conversing with others in his head,
but when he writes of honor & love,
beware his bewitched bewitchments,
when all flu-like symptoms starburst all at once
the words are corded and stacked.
for fiery consumption in a hearth hearted fireplace,
word fries with aioli spice tendered in repayment*
*not a one lost, for those poems, though up in smoke,
lung imprinted, and breathed out into the clouded atmospheres,
dragon exhaling, poems roaring, stored and restored
honorarium in the crematorium of word debtor prison*
*an “the end” sigh dot dot dots the bitter end,
the anchor resting on sandy bottom,
at last, the last word, debt paid, honor restored*
*this, this
he loves best, when the beast released
and then returns to rest-in-chest and
await his next self imposed commission,
immolation in isolation*...
Jul 21, 2019
Jul 21, 2019 at 6:51 AM UTC
Rejoice in thy LORD Always. Again I will say, Rejoice.! Let thy Gentleness be Known to All Kind. The LORD Is at Hand. Be Anxious for Nothing, but in Everything by Prayer and Supplication, with Thanksgiving, let thy Requests be made known to GOD:: And thy Peace Of GOD, which Surpasses All Understanding, will guard your Hearts and Minds through Christ Jesus... Finally, brethren, whatever things are True, whatever things are Noble, whatever things are Just, whatever things are Pure, whatever things are Lovely, whatever things are of Good Report, if there is any Virtue and if there is Anything Praiseworthy- Meditate on these tthings.. The things which thee learned and Receieved and Heard and Saw in Me, these do, and the GOD Of Peace will be with Thee.. But I Rejoiced in thy LORD Greatly that now at last thy Care for me has Flourished again; though thy surely did Care, but thy Lacked Oppprtunity. Not that I speak in regard to need, for I have learned in whatever State I am, to be Content.! I know how to be Abased, and I know how to Abound. Everyhwere and in all things I have learned both to be Full and to be Hungry, both to Abound and to Suffer Need... I Can Do All Things Through Christ who Strengthens Me..... Nevertheless, thy have done Well that thy shared in my Distress.. Our GOD Changeth Not... GOD Remain Our Strength.. GOD Is Love.. GOD With Us.!!!
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 4:02 AM UTC
Pacific, pacifist pampered papa
parading par excellent paragon
parent (parenthetically parochial
particularly partisan) parvenu
passive, passionately paternalistically patient,
paunchy, peaceably pepped, perfectionist,
perceptive, perennially perky, permissively
persevering, persistently personable, perspicuous,
pertinent, phenomenally philanthropic, philharmonic
picturesquely pious, pioneering, piquantly pithy,
playfully pleasant, pleasurably plucky, plummy,
poetically poignant, politely pontificating, popular,
positively potent, powerfully practiced pragmatist,
praiseworthy, prayerfully precious, precise
predominant, preeminently preferable, preparedly
preponderant, presently president, prestigiously
prevailing, priceless, princely, principally pristine,
privately privileged, prized, proactively procreative,
prodigiously productive, proficiently profitable,
progressively prominant, promisingly prompt,
prophetically propitious, prospectively protective,
proudly proven provocative, prudent psyched, puissant,
punctilious, punctually purposeful.
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 1:07 AM UTC
women that tip weigh ling needle to spin vicious circle
akin to puppy chasing her/his tail
or require digital scale,
at the extreme alt right registering heavy loads
whether young or old ought to appreciated
as waifer thin self starved as a rail,
instead they suffer unfair injustice
like a trapped quivering quail
thus this fatalistic, generic,
and holistic landlubber
wanted to point head lee
hammer home one secure
heterosexual ******* stronger than
omnipotent Marcy's Playground
weather beaten pail
Trent Reznor's sixty 9 inch rust free steel nail
into the coffin of bias
against bevy of beautiful babes
within the mind of this male,
who inherited genetic predisposition
for being average, hearty and hale
yet feel compassion for those engaged
in an ongoing with battle of the bulge,
hmm... perhaps hiding ample *****
akin to milky sopping wet grail
or accepted unequivocally themselves
without envy of lithesome women,
who seem to possess flair with nary a flail
yet possess much love to avail,
and tis wise to love oneself unconditionally
despite premium aesthetics considered svelte
which mass media accentuates de facto spelt
definition of femininity aka runway models
donned in faux animal pelt
whose deliberate self exhibition
prompts madding crowd of man
to waggle tongue with slack jaws
as if ready to melt
or at instantaneous signal telepathically felt
drop drawers upon removing blackbelt.
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 12:52 AM UTC
The smile you hand out
glowing in all hues.
shaking with pleasant nausea
kind and empty headed elation.
we're dripping from our pores
though the weather isn't extreme.
is sweat even the case at hand?
here we are at the rainbow again.
welcome to your mind
and thank you for having me
come back any time
we all loved seeing you
and you the same.
Breakfast time again,
Showering sounds splendid.
A plateau with a personality
praiseworthy in mutual memory
pickles and fruit snacks and cure
Never leaving a color behind.
beguiled by the love and smile so kind.
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 4:43 PM UTC
There are times when all is afloat,
when no two waves fight,
a rock too appears light,
when all said, done, and thought,
all, absolutely, is right.
Then there comes the storm,
Violent.
Looking for refuge instinctively,
the comfort of former days long forgotten,
all there is is despair, weariness, in seas
in the selfsame stormy seas.
Why would the sense of security of old hold?
why would the memory refresh us and inspire?
why? The odds arise, setting themselves formidably
We try to rise up, shaken and distraught,
for we had fallen, short of everything that is noble,
pure,honorable,praiseworthy...
Yet, through all days there remains the hope for all.
The man Christ Jesus
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 10:21 AM UTC
First Official s u m m e r Saturday,
weather personas correctly (!) advertise two hours of
sunny morning before the clouded
vanilla parchy brow of the sky
occludes any May
summertime fantastical notions
Sun low in the eastern sky crests at
acute angles,
and spills rays thru the tree'd
frothy cappuccino branches, which
under the influence of drunken
substantive gusts, shakes the rays
on the bright green lawn stage, casting a huge patchwork of shadows, and it's easy to conceive
many tall giant ballerinas dancing in a chaotic disharmonious modern choreography
Perhaps it's a Parson's choreo,
more likely the akimbo nature
of the motion motif,
a Body Traffic concoction
But the sun is gone by 9:30am,
the green stage is now just a
plain old green screen,
the shadowy ballerinas banished,
and my hand held porcelain mug,
frames the denuded scene,
only the invisible wind remains
to say:
*oh it's you human,
back in para-dise,
did you expect perfection
of hot sun & hot coffee
awaiting your return?*
*East come, Easy West go,
this version of my true unheated coloration disappoints,
but I wait in on/no human,
said the triumvirate,
that rule the sky,*
*on this island of perpetual sunsets,
we do not guarantee a seating
of matched sets,
but visit with us tomorrow,
with poem praiseworthy,*
and then,
again,
who ever knows?
May 25, 2025
May 25, 2025 at 11:50 AM UTC
Hey, You ! The Unspoken Wolf
Let Me...
Erupt Your Booming Silence
Expunge Your Fiery Pain...
Only, the Wise Can See
I heard...
Have Silence, or Complain
Have Exact Same Address...
It's in Your Truthful Nature
I Know...
To Conceal Dismaying Agony
To Accept Undone Faults...
When You Look Through Truly
I See...
Everything is Right There
Every Answer Becomes Clear...
When You Work By Realizations
I Regret...
That You Get Underestimated
That Asserts 'for Granted'...
I Pray that One Day
Some one...
Rectifies Your Searing Pain
Reforms You in Totality...
Let me Tell You This !
I Conclude...
Heart can Survive Breaks
Mind, is But Brittle...
Being an Unspoken Wolf Myself
I Express...
My Feelings to God
The Almighty, The Praiseworthy !
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 6:12 AM UTC
I am said to be majestic
That my presence is blessed
Is it though? I question it
They say I symbolise eternity
As if... that is praiseworthy
They merely fear death, thus
They project their fantasies
Upon me, my "holy" flames
They know not, nor care
That I am cursed, forever
Cursed, I say! Cursed! Cursed!
.
Each time I cry in anguish
Hoping my tears are enough
To cool the flames of my soul
As my life painfully burns
Yet, you are confused
You actually believed
That there will be beauty
To arise from my ashes
.
This is a neverending cycle
Am I still me? Is the past real?
When this happens again
Will the new "me" still be me?
The best dreams I ever have
In which I am dying, truly dying
The end, the ultimate finale
I'm tired, I wish to rest
Sing me to sleep, then leave me
If this happens, if I break this cycle
Do not feel bad for me; know this
I will finally be free, to go home
And know true bliss and peace
.
Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 1:04 AM UTC
Everyone
Was once the baby of the family.
Cuddled and cursed,
Fondled and blessed.
No one on earth compared to you.
You weren't beautiful,
You were stunning.
All eyes were watching
Every move commented on
Your falls were praiseworthy
Love was freely lavished
People... Strangers...
Wanted to pick you up
Hold and hug
Make eye contact
Feed you
Whisper silly things
Stroke your head
And show you to the world.
We're more reserved now
We can't do the above
As much as we'd like to
We'd be the ones
Behind bars.
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 8:45 AM UTC