I have never seen a star cry
Such weakness does not befit the sky
Inside my tears I search for why
The Heavens above have cursed thy
A solemn light prick from the black
Magnifying all of the virtues I lack
The Darkness which fills the crack
Beckons me to leave and never look back
Shall I forever drown inside the swallow
Never to face my fears tomorrow
Pulled to and from my dreaded sorrow
Into an abyss where no one follows
There is a reason Stars don’t cry
They are shielded from thine naked eye
Having no reason to be prodded or pried
My friend or foe I can’t decide.
As surrounded by
To find comfort in
Most splendid of artefacts
An era's, bygone
He's turned it into
While is placed therein
His mind, such, a museum.
Web-free. Nor dim-lit.
One this oft toured does befit.
Daily; and night-long.
We once were two symbiotic peas in a pod
I looked forward to growing old together
I pushed you forward and you returned the favor
20 years we went through all seasons of weather
Then I noticed some cracks in our foundation
I never stopped trying to grow but you seemed stuck
I offered my hand to you hoping you’d catch up
But you swiped it away like a hockey puck
Others noticed you change but I remained hopeful
Unfortunately, people change and I can’t undo it
I removed myself from our shared business
I wanted to see if friendship was still befit
But again you swiped my hand away so I must depart
It hurts my heart but I’ve been preparing for this scenario
I’m going to take the silent but high road in this defeat
Perhaps someday we’ll once again be luigi and super mario
Perhaps not as I can still appreciate this closed chapter
Let us live life lonely but not alone
Even if you choose to, no one does it
You either live on God or Satan's loan
God is simple and merciful on throne
The worth of his goodness do not blind
Let us live life lonely but not alone
He gave us His only begotten own
That world may be at peace and do befit
You either live on God or Satan's loan
For all has been to each life and death shown
To no excuse thereafter will God quit
Let us live life lonely but not alone
No one would be bail out from fact long known
The breath marks beginning sins we commit
You either live on God or Satan's loan
I buried your mind alive in this zone
To be fun filled for free fortunate fit
Let us live life lonely but not alone
You either live on God or Satan's loan
"It's a bird crossing the full moon, you twit".
My dog just stared and said, "no sh*t".
"Sarcasm does not, a dog, befit",
He said, "I thought that they would hit".
His days he spent pleasantly
as befit his soft upbringing
running the family business
counting the money pouring in
leaving the real work to his brother
One day their father passed –
deciding to attend the burial
he was startled to see a rabbi presiding
father was not Jewish, was he
Does that mean, he wondered –
could it be that I’m Jewish
But he dismissed the preposterous thought
buried it deep in his conscience
Due depart and so, desire
The rose does not befit the choir
Cats are an intriguing tribe.
They celebrate making the choice.
When you hear them, you catch the vibe
at the height of their Heaviside voice.
With lively reveling, they rejoice!
Cats are known for meditation
that mere humans can only surmise.
They devote much contemplation,
being both cunning and wise,
in choosing the one to die and arise.
So when you hear the bawl at night
do not rage or enter a snit.
It is this night they delight
in debating the worth of kith and kit
and contend themselves befit.
Humans contemplate immortality
in somber, immutable terms.
Cats view transition as formality
for it is death that life affirms
and only life that death confirms.
When boredom knocks upon your door,
Life can become a dreadful bore,
Don’t fret, don’t cry, don’t belie your eyes,
For creative magic within this boredom lies.
Your mind, stuck in idle neutral gear,
Begins to wander, from here to far and near.
It dreams up worlds of pure wild delight,
Where dreams make hay, and pigs take flight.
You start to hum silly humdrum tunes,
Launch and pop, soap bubble balloons.
You doodle dragons, fierce and grand,
Build huge grandiose castles out of sand.
For when the mind has naught to do,
It finds crafty ways to something new.
It spirals, twirls, in happenstance.
Kicks up its heels in random dance.
You write a play, perform a skit,
For no one but your cat befit.
So three cheers to boredom, long may it last,
For it breaks the drudge of treadmill fast.
Make melody always to the Lord
with praise to befit the upright
a lover of righteousness and justice
God's steadfast love is full of light
The Lord in His power made the heavens
even the waters are put in a heap
be sure to stand before God in holy awe
consider His majesty, moves one to weep
All the nations God brings to nothing
for God's counsel forever will stand
the blessing of God comes on those
who know God's hand upon their land
Looking down from heaven God sees man
on His throne He sees all of the earth
observing each and every deed
the Lord alone can bring new birth
The Lord is our help and shield
for we trust in His holy name
His steadfast love be upon us
we hope in God forever our aim
Psalm33
Come to me sweetheart
pale and wane befit your name,
yes I named you
and not just that ordinary noun.
Come not sweeping grimly
but dressed for a wedding.
I call you my 'nightingale'
my little bird of sorrow and joy.
I watch you fly in the dark and light
bewitched by time and place
life beginning on the tips of each wing.
Come to me sweetheart,
let your dress fall over my eyes,
I shall be in you then
as your lover forever,
together we shall light the lamps.
She hums "Hmm" on my hymn, "I'm lovin' you"
And runs to crawl in a Delmonte queue
Demanding, "Better befit".
Then cackling, "I'm lovin' it,"
Gulps my lovely gal there … Delmonte brew.
* A 1st Place* in the following contest (judged on Dec. 31, 2020)
Dec. 17, 2020
Trademark~~Quintain Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Sara Kendrick
The bright star, blinking in the crystal ball,
Was dazzling, puzzling, and mesmerizing,
Yet I chose a fairy princess from a wormhole,
Listening to the yearns of my inner call.
You know, it cost me only five-word note:
“I like you; and you?” that reclined on a path;
No decline: a note returned in express post
With a single box in the mid, marking her vote.
That fairy princess wriggles here to befit;
Wrestles, struggles, and battles with probes,
Unwittingly proving the prophetess’ wit
Tickling me, at times, for dropping that chit.
Aug. 24, 2020
Max 12 Lines – Poem-Inspired Prompt Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
*Reserata Carcerem XLVI*
Salient Sufi quondam was hexed;
haggard hags hoisted hurls 'n' were vexed,
apt alakazam gin behoved -
ere, he'd betrothed marred mercies thrown.
Pestered paddock anon hurled hymns,
pored panther knocked 'p gaunt 'n' gullible thrill,
apared asp pruned pulpy foils time tossed,
taunted trio 'n clumsy cauldron washed.
Sent they then wanky winds t' bear thence
ere sassy Sufi wh' loathed rec'mpense.
T' transient agora bore they him;
a felon furrow 'n an isle's lips.
Jolting judgement torn trio ñ him leased;
an attendant t' paddock 'n' asp's spree.
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Note:
a) of jolting judgement.
b) Written apace with Middle English lexis:
i) Sufi - A mystic Muslim
ii) Hexed - to cast spell
iii) quondam - long ago
iv) hags - witches
v) gin (obsolete) - a trick
vi) behove - befit
vii) paddock - toad, frog
viii) Anon - immediately
ix) Apar - armadillo
x) asp - snake
xi) thence - from there
xii) ere - before
xiii) Agora - a place of gathering.
c) The following are used with no syllabic consequences:
i) 'n' - and
ii) he'd - he had
iii) 'p - up
iv) 'n - in
v) t' - to
vi) wh' - who
vii) ñ - on
Enemies won't spare those brave; by
opting seppuku, chose to die
never bothered.
Seppuku was not to commit,
‘twas to perform, ought to befit
ever honoured.
Event was part of more detail
ritual done outdoor; great tale
for rest to learn.
Performed before viewer to spread
the message for future; bloodshed
by best no spurn.
~*~*~
Note:: Seppuku sometimes known as hara-kiri, which is a native Japanese form of ritual suicide by disembowelment.
It was originally reserved for Samurai.
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