"worthiest" poems
the comforting warmth of the morning sun,
like I had known it from the days of yesteryears.
the familiar scent of dew-kissed grass,
a fresh aroma that brought forth the tide of gratitude laden tears.
I had foreseen the day to be just as before...
I had planned to play out my morning as I had rehearsed.
but your message had foiled all that I thought I knew...
it brought about the smile that eternity had kept pursed.
your words were laced with the flowers of spring...
they set at ease the unapparent apprehension I've always kept.
they spoke of compliments meant only for the worthiest quills,
I've read them in disbelief as I think not of myself, an adept...
truly you are one that's generous and so very kind.
for your words flew off the page and had struck home;
bearing the stoutest of hope and most selfless of wishes.
they had provided direction in these vague circles that I roam.
so now allow me to thank you dear poetess...
for drawing the sunrise clear into my view.
I shall revel and bask in its delightful rays...
because your words had painted today in the brightest hue...
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 8:39 AM UTC
Cradle my emotions in the gentlest of whispers
Lace my heart with sultriest of ribbons
Fill full my sail with the worthiest of winds
Engulf my being in the sweetest of notions
Colour me beautiful with the most vibrant of rainbows
Propel my universe into the farthest reaches
Soothe my aches with the most abundant love
Carry my vessel to the sandiest of beaches
Embed my thoughts within the fluffiest clouds
Let soar my dreams on the bravest of kites
Set my destination in the furthest horizons
Present me with life's buffet with the tastiest of bites
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 8:47 AM UTC
Oh do not die, for I shall hate
All women so, when thou art gone,
That thee I shall not celebrate,
When I remember, thou wast one.
But yet thou canst not die, I know,
To leave this world behind, is death,
But when thou from this world wilt go,
The whole world vapors with thy breath.
Or if, when thou, the world’s soul, goest,
It stay, ’tis but thy carcass then,
The fairest woman, but thy ghost,
But corrupt worms, the worthiest men.
O wrangling schools, that search what fire
Shall burn this world, had none the wit
Unto this knowledge to aspire,
That this her fever might be it?
And yet she cannot waste by this,
Nor long bear this torturing wrong,
For much corruption needful is
To fuel such a fever long.
These burning fits but meteors be,
Whose matter in thee is soon spent.
Thy beauty, and all parts, which are thee,
Are unchangeable firmament.
Yet ’twas of my mind, seizing thee,
Though it in thee cannot persever.
For I had rather owner be,
Of thee one hour, than all else ever.
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Nine months after I was born, the Twentieth Century began to collapse.
East Berlin,graffiti-mural concrete, a jutted enigma scratched
on ordinance maps, the sort found
landscaping westernized Primary School walls.
Where within, labored in real time, the television told my parents
(and everyone else given to social conservation in 1989) that a wall falling down
would bring an end to the gap between the working and the working poor.
Freedom waited for many on the other side.
But of course, History draws up different plans.
Never content to just go out with a bash, or to
fleetingly drift by leaving
in its absence an underwhelmed lull
The bloodiest century yet
left the new world entrenched
in an odyssey of hatreds
handed down from the past
right about the time human suffering became a bit dull
and the peaceful countries were too busy
tripling their money instead.
What does History really teach us and what are the real benefits
of being free, or freer than you were before?
Human ambition, which burns it way out of any oasis of calm,
which calls children out of sleeping in the night
Always seeks out the exhaustible
An inveterate Black sheep leading astray
the ever susceptible ****** lamb
Delusion’s strange bedfellows are the worthiest adversaries
to run away from, to reserve contrition for.
Unlike the inevitability of uprooted animal migration
during a monsoon swell
Can a people with an invested addiction
to the pursuit of happiness
Ever truly be prepared
for the inevitability of rapid change?
Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 6:00 PM UTC
XXXVII
Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make,
Of all that strong divineness which I know
For thine and thee, an image only so
Formed of the sand, and fit to shift and break.
It is that distant years which did not take
Thy sovranty, recoiling with a blow,
Have forced my swimming brain to undergo
Their doubt and dread, and blindly to forsake
Thy purity of likeness and distort
Thy worthiest love to a worthless counterfeit:
As if a shipwrecked Pagan, safe in port,
His guardian sea-god to commemorate,
Should set a sculptured porpoise, gills a-snort
And vibrant tail, within the temple-gate.
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Eyes sore can’t even hide at early dawn
People will try to read what happened last night
Those seconds, minutes and few hours when I am alone
Time when I tried to pull the string of my owned kite
The waterfall unleashed within my eyes
As I travelled to a higher ground
When I saw what really on beyond lies
The meaning of this life indeed abound
At most, I pitied myself
My waterfalls were for my owned flaws
But not last night, when I saw what really laid on others’ shelf
I was hurt by a sharp blade of selflessness claws
People will look at me twice or thrice
They’ll try to read what my two stars on the face write
In fact, today I have sorry eyes
But ‘twas the worthiest waterfall last night
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 4:26 AM UTC
1. When achieving your dream becomes anxiety and failure becomes guilt, remember: it is okay to leave the pressure to find the passion.
2. You cannot force yourself to love that boy, even if he is perfect. It will only break his heart.
3. When the right boy enters your life, he will be far from perfection: a beautiful blonde mess even your band teacher labels a bad idea.
4. It is easy to be seduced by a picture-perfect image of success.
5. It is impossible to stay practical and balanced when falling in love. Ignore your mother’s advice and let yourself be swept away.
6. A high school diploma represents more than hard work and passing grades: in those four years, you grew into someone you can be proud of.
7. Treasure the present instead of waiting for the future.
8. Don't forget to be yourself even when you are changing.
9. Sometimes, you explode. Do not stop yourself from experience all the ugly emotions.
10. Never rush recovery.
11. Expectations don't always understand that healing takes time.
12. Trust this: you will be okay.
Life is the hardest thing to love though it is the worthiest. Even on those days when the sickness blinds you, life is beautiful. Even on those days when the temptation of kitchen knives and the pill bottle on the second shelf of your mother’s medicine cabinet pull you to pluck your pulse in perfect pizzacto, you must let life remind you: you are worth it.
Jan 1, 2013
Jan 1, 2013 at 11:07 PM UTC
Days extrapolating feeling
Rise before beloved nightfall;
Fill my wisdom teeth with malice
And my writing hand with red sound.
Could it be that such a nightfriend
Wishing me his presence bear be
Such a creature of convulsion to
The color-coded fireworld?
Yet again, it could be thus:
A figment of the waterthought
Defending self-same affluence
In verdant speech clouds’ spheres.
Here simplicity should be foregone
Whilst incorporating to my ken
The worthiest of childhood urge
And true descriptions seen therein.
Jun 9, 2010
Jun 9, 2010 at 2:17 PM UTC
We met together in this place,
Together we stayed and enjoyed our best.
Holding our hands together we came,
To fulfil our own aim.
This is the place where we laughed out loud,
Doing foolish things we crazily shout.
Here we got the worthiest gifts
The teachers and friends by our side as lifts.
This is the place where we cherished,
Leaving behind all the blemish!!!
But now the "12 years" of friendship,
Came to a halt!
But we will make sure it remain and don't break
Hoping to meet each other again..
If future permits the same.
Our college days have come
Alas!!!the best days of school has gone.....
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 12:13 AM UTC
A frailty of quick sand
a deep gap in the immense land
away from clover green
secluded nature's earth
daily seen this dry dusty scene
we have been listening to most touching songs,
psalms, hymns and of magical singing
great person of simplicity
mind match of a genius
man from Mars not from Venus
from dust you are to dust you go
to the Lord's scenic spot
eternal life you will have, it had been said
you are still living amongst the dead.
Worthiest prayer ever heard
loftiest words oftentimes birthed
saddest meanings in every word.
One thing we may rejoice
like Abraham in the Holy Scripture
you left myriads of your own,
from your humble creature.
High Almighty God, most grateful to You,
that You cared for Pieter and led him all time through,
he died once, was resurrected again and now with You
he chooses to go to his beloved époussée
and asked for your permission
while waiting this transition,
all of a sudden he was knocking at your Door,
You received Him at once with greatest love and more....
May he rest in peace, husband, father and engineer,
Pieter van der Werff, the Dutch buccaneer !!
© Sylvia Frances Chan
Jun 18, 2016
Jun 18, 2016 at 4:45 AM UTC
what if my certitudes were lies
what if my soul was not alive
what if my questions were the goal
and worthiest answers were not told
what if this thing was not a poem
that no verse were riming
that they were from different realm
where it exists no timing
when I look back to my old questions
I see misunderstanding and poison
not from the questions, they're guiltless
but from the answers that aren't timeless
some fear have grown to trash
others were created from scratch
but never a time a single question
were to lead to misconception
only the temporary answers
with time has become mind blockers
I think i'm too serious
"what if" is made for genius
for people smart enough to act blindly
fearless enough to work hard and kindly
but since I don't know who I am
what if I choose to be one of them?
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 11:12 AM UTC
I haven't been the worthiest of men,
The wisest or the holiest of all,
I haven't been majestic, now and then,
But I have loved you and you can recall.
I haven't been a king or a bold knight,
I haven't had a fortune to defend,
But we have stayed together, day and night
And I have been your priceless loving friend.
It hasn't been my lot to be refined,
I haven't spoken trying to look smart,
But all the words that ever crossed my mind
I've always uttered from my very heart.
I've never been a scientist, for sure,
Or an inventor making a breakthrough,
But I have been good-natured and mature
And with my love I have surrounded you.
Jun 2, 2021
Jun 2, 2021 at 12:34 AM UTC
A pounding of gauntlet on iron and oak
Called a stout hearted watchman of local regard
How the rain played a march on his armor and cloak
As he dashed to the gate through the cobblestone yard
And he rattled the thunder itself when he spoke
"Are you friend or foe? Are you bandit or bard?"
A mighty voice spake thusly:
"Tis I, tis I, Sir Hampton Chase,
The worthiest of knights
A foe to all of evil deed
A dragon slain, a damsel freed
Quite often found atop a steed
In armor, helm and tights"
The guard retorted thusly:
"I can't say I've heard tell of you
My good Sir Hampton Chase
Nor can I, in this ghastly storm
Get a good look at your face
Pray, tell me more about yourself
Regale me, your grace"
A somewhat muted voice returned:
"Are you taking the **** mate?"
A deadpan tone responds:
"Try me"
A noble sigh and then:
"Very well
I marched upon the dreaded spire
Destroyed the evil lord
I cast aside the dragon's fire
And smote it with my sword
I fought the groaning garglebuck
I clove it's head in twain
In taverns all across the land
They call me Bandit Bane..."
A meaningful look towards the closed gate prompted the watchman:
"Please continue, Sir"
The gate received a certain look from the knight:
"Seriously? Huh...
I walked the path of no return
To find the holy grail
I crept up on a unicorn
And grabbed it by the tail
In certain taverns I could name
I'm known for singing shanties
When I'm in town each married dame
Gets locked in metal *******
Another meaningful look at the gate:
"Go on..."
A stony silence until:
"I sometimes rescue baby birds
And nurse them back to health
I spend my days amongst the strays
Redistributing wealth
I never miss the privvy ***
I always brush my hair
I went to school in Caldecott
My parents come from there
I'm running out of material here mate, can I just come in?"
The guard contemplated this:
"Sorry mate, I've just been killing time. **** off"
The sullen clunk of retreating armor was swallowed by the howling tempest as once again, the legendary Sir Hampton Chase trudged into the night...
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 6:32 PM UTC
Like-wise, bitten?
By love, to know a caring
Sojourn to little more, than a fitting
Response, to an eye out and sharing...
King's savior?
And the heat of irony to a new rule of came, desire
Welcomed staring else's, to a wish in a beauty, dour...
The reasons of courage and it's season, should be no denial
King's passion?
Long in truth's to defy a giving hour, subtle stilled
Is a many frustrated act, with poise to ask heed in kind?
Is a wish come by a strength unknown, the prayer of hell?
King's heaven?
Totaled by the court of decision, as a world goes by
Living the point, and realizing a marriage is god given...
Will we keep the obvious, or is oblivion the other side of this lie?
King's conscience?
Avid in roles and its herald, future coping
Has the remembered today, and peace, for when patience
Is but a stoney gift to liberty, to refuse a silence is hoping...?
Asking's decision?
Wealth of deeds reach, is in the embrace of sigh's, significance...
Worthiest in a days means, the name of solace and timid intuition
The pale trust of each other, earning the doles and shared justice, we named living chances...
Dec 10, 2023
Dec 10, 2023 at 12:58 PM UTC
twenty-three.
the identity of my great starcrossed lover is obscured,
a rotted-through shell
rocks back and forth
on wood floors behind.
i'm deep down inside
with notes tacked on my spine.
the writing desk of God
you will find pages and pages about it
you will find a poem by a girl
who ran off to become
destiny itself.
tirelessly our bodies tried
to prove love either wrong or right
now i'm a rising sphere of warm ocean water
and she is approving his spirit by night.
!
that is the body of Christ
a volume of works by Sir Charles Dickens!
an insanity that plagues
Only worthiest victims
i'm confused as other worlds
pour into you
and you fold outside-in
with all new landmarks
on your sacred skin...
Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 12:24 PM UTC
She is blessed with rawness that makes her crave voyaging
She is blessed with self love that makes her crave a sincere smile
Her beauty is contagious and juvenile
One touch and you get fiend of her
She will make you deter
By all means, you will yield
She is blessed with something concealed
Only the worthiest may discover
Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 12:46 PM UTC
A song played by so many,
Heard in infinite variations,
Violence and oblations,
Beyond our mortal stations,
The Triune of the universe,
King and Lord of all,
The worthiest source,
Insight into shining truth,
Warmth and life,
Enhances us into enlightenment,
The rebirth of fire stripping back impurities,
Oh the Triune, King of the Universe.
So many pray to be pluralists,
Hoping for pluralist babies,
Praying for purple Daisies,
Looking at the mobius strips,
Where to even start?
What wisdom there is to impart?
Looking through prisms at,
The bluest of contraptions,
Through Goya's mixed abstractions,
Picasso's representation of reality,
Worked our way down the path,
A room that cannot be found,
A path that confuses and confounds,
A sin of pride sung by the bride,
Are these the stations?
The death of our nations,
Is it the deviations?
Calvin speaks of pre-destination,
Disbelief in oblation,
Summaries above his station,
Where is he now, what is now?
Every seed upon a rock,
Every foundation upon the vultures,
Lacking stability to advise the manufacture,
Trapped in a catatonic daze,
Disguising the onward march of fate,
For when time will count the date,
Rue the day when we ruminate about space,
Amplified Polar neuron twitches,
Passing us by with bipolar switches,
Uncoupling and unhitches,
Welted stitches falling apart,
The fool now plays his miserable part,
I know there was a room I couldn't find.
Did it ever manage to demystify?
Is this how the events arrived and came by?
With songs played by so many,
Heard in infinite variations,
Violence and variations,
The Triune of the universe,
King and Lord of all,
That the worthiest source,
Insight into shining truth,
Warmth and life,
Enchants us into enlightenment,
The rebirth of fire stripping back impurities.
For you are my refuge and security.
Nov 28, 2024
Nov 28, 2024 at 8:21 AM UTC
reconstructing self
again
creating anew an old image
of inner peace
through
calm reflection and positive motivation
seeking to inspire what I know lives within
without breaking stride
or losing sight of pre-planned
future goals –
unable to focus
on what presently presents itself
needing only to unwrap this gift
I sit puzzled by the miracle of Scotch tape
sizing up the worthiest of adversaries
slowly peeling back hidden gems
while undermining the job –
realistically, I always knew what was inside
once again I find myself face to face
with my choices
and what they mean
to my life, both long term
and short –
without a moment’s notice
I shoot into the ether
forcefully jetted into the upper stratosphere
looking down on all of creation
momentarily
awestruck and reinvigorated
I sense my place in the all that is everything
and recognize again
we are one –
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 12:03 PM UTC
He has scriptures in scribed all over his body.
Is he God's minion that's what you might think.
He walks to the beach, and fish jump to the land for his calmness to very.
He touches them, and they grow legs and feet.
Now, ill give you a letter to give to the worthiest its plains and sketches of the hoarding's.
365, is maybe the answer no that's diluting, what I have in mind is some what confusing.
It's to bribe the rays from the sunny place, and give wonder to the sky God.
His power's have no yield as he fixes all the yellowing leaves.
Doth we strive passed the space we are of here.
And see the season's of nebula some outer place.
Ask, and it shall be giveth to you my presences is here for your embrace.
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 1:57 PM UTC
i want to tell her that everything i know about her
fascinates me
and everything i don't know about her
excites me.
i want us to be without restraint.
i want to show her and be shown the meaning of unknownness.
i want us to see what two bodies can do
if you add just a few drops of chaos
and a splash of eternity.
life is eternal in the same way that our field of vision is without
limit.
if you cannot understand this, i cannot teach you.
to understand is what is most difficult of all
and of all the worthiest cause.
—and now there is music all around me, through me,
a zone of indiscernibility between us
—and the details of all these worlds i walk through
become such tiny temples
—and lo, all the texture of my life turned to gratitude
and they said:
look at that crazy ************ dance!
Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 3:52 PM UTC
To whom it may concern,
We went through a quick journey, and it was fun. I had a great time creating memories with you. Though it was just a journey for a couple of days, we made the most of it. We had our laughs and tears together. All that was enough for me to love you.
Tonight, we started to put our limits. Though I felt like I lost you, deep in my heart told me to stay. I wanted to do better this time even if it cost me to break my heart all over again. It'll be worth the wait, worth the sacrifice, and it's going to be the worthiest pain to bear. I know all of this is going to be worth it in the end, even if it will cost my life one day.
I am not saying goodbye to you. I'm just trying to say that I'll still be here waiting for you, even though the uncertain future tells me that I may not be the man for you to marry. Along our personal journeys, we will meet a lot of new people. These people will enter our lives and maybe you'll find the man who'll be the best for you.
I will be there on your wedding day, and that's promise. Though I know that your wedding will be the happiest day of your life, it will be the most painful day of my life. I'll be seeing the woman I really love being married to a man who's better than me. This is most likely to happen in the future, but I will keep my promise to wait for you until the very end.
Sincerely yours,
...
Nov 2, 2021
Nov 2, 2021 at 3:46 PM UTC