We cannot calm the turbulence in the open sky.
We must bear with its disharmony as it passes us by ~Quote by poet
Tempestuous moods erupt within, a tumultuous severe agitation
Brings forth undulating vibrations, exploding with a pounding pulsation
Retributions unholy, big blue-sky echoes with conflicting resound
When the balefully coarse maligning words mercilessly expound
Somedays gliding my way high through a stream of consciousness
Taken back by the waves soaring low to a destiny that seems endless
My soul, wrenched and wretched, lets loose from my clutching mind
Over the ocean, tempest-tossed above knotty seas less than kind
Excuse if you will my slashing unabiding, dismissive demeanor
Never shall I find where tides gently flow, and grass that is greener
Clashing and clawing through dark gathering clouds are my fate
Exit you my friend from my world and my presence before it’s too late
Categories:
balefully, feelings, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme
I have a picture of a barren land,
a moldy tree devoid of fruit and leaves.
Above the moon amid clouds rise gloomily
as no rays reaches the muddy land.
Look behind the tree, you'll see me there.
An evil stench carried on the night breeze,
sounds of horror coming from the dead
as clouds hide even the small consolation
of the rising full moon, yellow and bane.
Virulence rules, malevolence masters.
The breeze turns into a whipping wind
moans of ghouls and demons uncouth,
peace and common sense buried in the mud.
A cat named Satan walks up to a tree,
Scaly, sallow skin, corrugated and cold
evil eyes, oozing blood, look balefully at me.
Yet I am strong, I never give in.
I fought the inner demon and I won.
Tribulations come our way,
Temptations come, temptations go
for God will always care for me.
Categories:
balefully, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
Perched along a limb
in the darkening, mercurial eve,
the trickster hovers in mania.
Wingspan iridescent in the shadows,
he stands sharp in his observation
blending in to the dark night.
An indomitable eye in focus,
unceasing with his hoarse call -
Bitter and biting in sound.
He balefully takes flight
gliding over his bounteous kingdom,
secure in the wily, swindling con.
A harbinger of evil,
an omen follows his glide:
the reaper is soon to follow.
The sudden silence provokes
a chill down the spine
curling 'round in stirring fright.
Taking a warlike stance,
he circles over his unsuspecting prey.
Venomous in his feast and descent.
A scythe, sharpened steel,
gripped tightly in bloodless hands;
a lone cloaked being whispers commands.
Rumbles strike open the dirt
in the graveyard beside the oak.
silhouettes manifest, crawling through the night.
The trickster surveys the siege,
as screams rent through the sky.
The eve of madness is upon us.
Categories:
balefully, halloween, scary,
Form: Free verse
A bulging belly balefully belies
the vanished vigour of youth;
happens to most of us.
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19 November 2018
Categories:
balefully, funny, growing up, how
Form: Kimo
Bad beaked beatle,biting
badly like a busy bug on
my bare black back and
it began to bleed bile
bitter blocks of
blameless
blood,balefully .
Categories:
balefully, parody
Form: Free verse
Love aviated in him, so subtly,
but felt nothing less than a knife,
that had encroached upon him so balefully,
but he hadn’t felt so peaceful in life.
Every time he closed his illuminated eyes,
he disembarked in the alternate universe,
where the fire of hell had been extinguished long back,
where heaven was hallucinating on earth.
He felt her aroma everywhere he roamed,
it was a timid quaint feeling of hope,
a feeling that had resurfaced in him since he had found,
in this love, peace and sound.
He visualized her in not-so quintessential ways,
she had a soul brighter than sun and its rays.
she breathes flowers, very sublime,
had the aura of a million saints, all very fine.
She spoke, broadminded about how she conquered,
the kingdom of his heart, in the empire of his soul,
she spoke of how she set flight like a bird,
brushed away his darkness, filled all his holes.
Now she wants a body, not the depths of his heart,
so one day she and him will have to part,
till then he will continue to embrace her this way,
fill in his desire for love, for peace and gay.
Categories:
balefully, dedication, hope, inspirational, life,
Form: Rhyme
I don't know how
I should begin
the truth about
this pain within.
It stings to breathe;
it smarts to grin.
This wretched fight
I cannot win.
It burns to laugh;
it aches to weep.
The only painless thing
is sleep.
So sleep I will,
long as I can,
and when I awake
I'll bleed again.
And on, and on,
until I find
a way to sleep
most all the time.
One-third my years
is not enough
to slake the ache
that makes life tough.
So each daybreak,
with groan and sigh,
I rise to find
night has passed by.
The beast of ages
lies under my bed,
stretching his claws
and rearing his head.
He's balefully scheming
and plotting away
the damage he'll do
with each passing day.
So helpless and hopeless
I write this to tell
you don't have to die
to experience hell.
Categories:
balefully, angst, depression,
Form: Blank verse
Rain is not an ordinary child.
Rain is wild.
As if wild is not enough
Rain is tough.
Her mother tucks her in with care,
looks again, Rain’s not there.
Her father roars,
“You named her Rain,
no wonder she is such a pain.”
Her mother strikes back balefully.
“You bully, why do you blame me?
The child was marked by you as well.
She thinks that all you do is yell.”
Though Rain’s parents live in strife,
her dad adores his spitfire wife.
“I wish” he says, “She’d play with Breeze.
When she’s with him I am at ease.”
Her mother says, “I’ll zigzag down
and look for her around the town.
She’s been with Wind a lot of late,
together trouble they create.”
They roar and flash
and then they see
Rain playing in puddles peacefully.
“Where have you been? By all the powers,
we’ve looked for you for hours and hours”.
Rain answers her parents with a smile.
“I thought I’d just be gone a while.
I went with Breeze a bit, to play.
Wind came and we got carried away.
Dad yells, but Mother shakes her head.
“We’ve had a rough night. Let’s go to bed.”
By: Joyce Johnson
Fo Contest........ Rain, The Story
Sponsored by Constance La France ~The Rambling Poet~
Categories:
balefully, funnymother, parents, mother, parents,
Form: Rhyme
She is the most demanding cat who ever shared my home.
She stares at me so balefully till I do what she wants,
And yet I love her more than any other cat I’ve owned.
She tramples on my feelings as she tramples on my plants
Then stalks away with nothing more than a disdainful glance.
Some people say of pussies, that you can’t tell them apart …
I treat all mine as equals … but Pandora has my heart ...
Categories:
balefully, animals, devotion, funny, pets,
Form: Rhyme Royal