Banters Poems | Examples

Careless Moments

I should have grinned when morning came
Atop posts of gaping day, with lunatics
Humming dirges of a broken world.

I remained glued to my gloom.
Rising from the pit of hell, I held
Concupiscent cats hostage.

The course of their waning speed of flight
Harmed my precisions.
From a boanerges' point of view,

Fierce elocution dampened by grey voids of
Unassailable haunts cripple the badinage of
Myths celebrated at dawn's memorial.

I weep through the voice of an alcove's
Muted spirit, one grace, forlorn and dew-wet,
Re-christened at sable-draped ceremonies.

Haunted by such recurring whims of deliberate
Schisms by harridans, I crawl on both knees,
Filching webs atop crests of arachnids.

I should have waved siesta's flag at 3 P.M.
Lush vagaries of new-sprouted greens yield to the
Mockery of phlogiston,

Leaving behind banters from drunken laughters,
Crackles from prostituting fires, meek and ailing,
And hells of sweat from my aching head.

Heaven Sent

It's been a lifetime of endless wandering,
Seldom seeking guidance from that above.
Yet after 3 score and 7 years crawled by,
Grace was delivered, and it was true love.

This was surely God's plan, as all others fell short,
But this one had endurance, both intense and strong.
Just as repeated efforts from Cupid's empty quill,
Never hit their target, falling short or long.

So as I have matured gracefully on this journey,
I failed to grow on this solitary walk.
Only now can I realize a life worth sharing,
Holding the hand of my loved one while we talk.

Most of all this has transformed my life...
Where my thoughts dwell on another's happiness.
And while our love banters back & forth repeatedly,
There's no limit as we begin a new genesis.

Center

A really wrong place for who must hide,
All the roads leading to center wide…

Where the sociable prays to be dumped,
As he would never be skipped nor jumped…

The opposite of periphery
Of many things their territory:
The consistent and the slippery
Absolute substance and frippery…

Center is the place to meet a king,
But around one they form a ring;
To do a king harm pretty hard:
The watched from all sides by Good Guard…

Far from the center you are fainter: 
To be noticed, then, trust some painter;
That’s why a center one should enter,
What’s more! At the center men gentler…

Still, the place one needs shrewd mentors
Against frivolities and banters:
Fanciful reflections on centaurs
And chains-hating. full freedom chanters…

Where Nations’ Capitals are cited
To foes strain before they are sighted.

Abebe Bikila

Blisters from shoes, hampered his speed
Banters from foes, sauntered to bleed
Ran barefooted, marathon booted
Ethiopia on his feet, milestone in feat.

My Blabbermouth Cousin Neely

I know a secret Neely told me, no lie.
Don’t tell me, I cautioned her. It could make you die.
She followed me around all that day and the next.
I gave her the cootchie eye, and a brave genuflex.

She would not leave me alone, she wanted to tell.
I told her she’d better not, for blabbermouths don’t sell.
She will not have another friend if she banters this secret about.
She was bursting to tell me, and soon she did shout.

The secret as hard as she could, which was to the treetops.
I could not make her stop; she was flatly out of all stops.
The secret flew into the window of every neighbor on the block.
Her parents were aghast; they might as well not had a lock.

Now everyone knows what goes on in her house.
She has been called a snitch, a blabbermouth and a louse.
I know I should take some of the blame, but I can’t, not really.
It’s not my fault she cannot hold a secret, my young Cousin Neely.

I See You Potw

Where are you God?
Where are you?
I see you.
I see you
in the clouds as you influence them to swell,
and nudge each other in the ocean of blue sky;
like galleon ships
carrying cargo of tears.
I see you,
in the cool breeze.
The breeze embraces
and leaves a scent around my soul.
I see you.
I see you in the trees,
as your good nature banters each leaf;
they sway and brighten their colors
with your touching influence.
I see you,
in the birds singing in your presence
glorifying your lovingkindness.
I see you,
in my neighbors
those that have become friends
and those that wave from afar.
In awe, who touch my heart.
I see you.


7/29/2021

Dr Mccrory

The old man sat on a bar stool all alone.
Acting like a king holding court on his throne.
While most patrons sat absorbed in their phones;
He spoke to any and all in cheerful tones.

I perked up my ears to have myself a listen;
Seems the old guy was a retired physician.
Seeking to learn more about his profession;
I buy him a beer and his eyes they glisten;

He turns on his stool and thanks me profusely.
Beckons me closer, then banters on loosely.
His eyes look me over, though somewhat obtusely.
As he pauses his tale, I ask intrusively;

Tell me about your most interesting case.
“Sorry!” say I, as puzzled look creases his face.
“No worries mate.” As his mind begins to retrace;
Suddenly a saga begins at rapid pace.



I hear his life story in all its glory.
Some of it grand and much of it gory.
I can’t help but think it an allegory.
I even learn his name, Shamus McCrory.

Listening to all his remembering when;
I garnered this one simply amazing gem.
He spoke not once of any “It might have been”
The four saddest words of man’s tongue or pen.


10/15/2019
Give Me Your Best New Poem
Emile Pinet

Banter

If they have to point out it is banter
cus you didn’t realise it as banter
As they left no clue it was banter
The simple fact is it’s not banter

Banter’s quick wit the sort with charm
not blunt brain dead comments which harm
banters apparent with its own alarm
you know to reply with words not arms

Some will insult you then say what it is
banter they say but the humour's a miss
the standard they bant to tells you just this
have they a brain or a head full of piss

One reason banter is something some hate
Many don’t get it run their lip like an ape
after an insult “it’s just banter mate”
pointing it out then banter it ain’t

Acting a prat is a different thing too
don’t justify actions stupid you do 
a prat you are and stupid are you
It’s not banter not close I tell you true

Banter only works against a near IQ
you can’t banter with someone much dumber than you
Banter is something the dumb do different
They are not canny or clever they’re just a blunt

View Out of the Window Pane--

Faceless, dusty windows quickly by a noisy, rainy jackhammer;
Gab calmly like dusty rain;
Cloudy it gets, moist rain falling wet;
Dip, dip, dip, drop the steamy rain;
as the cat inside meows, grrr's and banters;


7/4/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019

Lovely Garden

Lovely Garden 

In a place of beautiful views,
We were sitting down with a smile
While watching the glorious sunset
Giving us a feeling of bliss!

When a real love between us sprouted
Those flowers around us;
Scented with a real affection
Your guise is quite familiar!

In a lovely garden of lilies,
The sundry banters became colorful.
Life then is meaningful;
When I heard your golden voice

The promise of forever,
The only thing I could remember;
 My heart began to sing joyful melodies,
 And I hope it won't last

 Suddenly the environs,
 Turned serene and lonesome
 Someone beside me is gone
 Then, I realized it was but a dream!

Why Plead Heaven

For this has men ceased not to tell 
Why plead heaven to stop earth's hell
Is it to end their daily struggle 
And make their world a paradise resemble 
Or forsake their responsibility 
With a higher sense of vanity 
Are men tired to suck the earth 
Bringing upon untimely death 

Men's heart shall forever fickle 
Attending to a more profiting tickle
Each to another a hating Judas
Awaiting another man's downfall alas
They wear mantles of endless deception 
Like the deadly act of a snake's conception
What started at breakfast they finished at supper
Oblivious to the rumbles of tomorrow's hunger 
More of sinners and less repenters
They define friendship with tongues of banters 

What better use is language to men
But to profess friendship forever not 
dear
Every man a stranger in a crowd of strangers 
Trading dignitaries for a better chance of survival 
For this shall men lack words to tell 
Why plead heaven to stop Earth's hell

Weave of Life's Fabric

 Sewing machine, long idle, gathered dust
Polished now in the  hallway, my  fond antique
Recalling Grandaunt’s delicate craftwork--
Each pattern of fabric threaded  with zest,
As her hands would bounce around pinpoint needles,
Weaving an array of doilies  rugs   garments
Intently absorbed  in a foot pedal’s rhythm
That her hums  trailed beyond Nam’s bombings :

The war years seemed like only yesterday,
Calming  her through spindles of moon’s quick cycle .
Along  each evening’s gloss, we rollicked   laughed
Exchanging banters like friends… till she crossed over :
Tonight,  I gently pat her own quilt laying on my bedside,
Lining our decades of sweet remembrances…
For a moment, my eyes gazed at stars’ fading wicker,
The candle sputtered, spent, and all was dark.


Viv Wigley’s Contest: One  nine and  sixteen
Written 5/1/2018

My Best Friend

I have a friend

He tries his best

to understand me

he is my world,

he is my best friend

he's always there

at each days end,

he doesn't judge me

he always loves me

he banters me 

and we share

the laughter and the tears

he relies on me

and I wont let him down,

he cheers me up

and act like he's

this jester or a clown,

he's my best friend

that is my son,

full of the happiest moments

we have often shared,

we have the best time

always on my mind

and the one I choose to be with

all of the time.

18/04/2018

Sleep Talking

Slumber mumbles, grumbles, banters, blubbers and blands
Loose lips leak trailers from secret dreams, slumber shorts
Blurted out with candid shout, trembling feet and hands.
Only the hearer knows what said when sleeper talks.

Befuddled Brenda

Ol’ brazen Brenda, battlin’ biography,
Banters bewildered brave boatmen at sea,
Brushstrokes besieging her beleaguered brain,
Broadsided by fiction now baking insane;

Balanced between both broken and brilliant,
Buried by sorrow, bereft not resilient,
A ballyhooed author, back in the day,
‘Fore Brian betrothed her then drowned near the bay;

Basking bereavement, believing though more,
Books barely bound newly found in the store,
‘Betaken, Broad Beauty’, Brenda’s new write,
Beveled bare bitterness abruptly bright;

Barreled, brought breathless by Bernie, beloved,
A character boating where dead Brian shoved,
As buckets with bottoms knowing no end,
Begging attention did Brenda’s mind bend;

Blended for sanity, befuddled realities
Born when begins a life without boundaries,
Betterment bellows because Brenda’s words,
Boxed-up betrayal beneath binding boards.


9/18/2016

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