Best Abhorred Poems
O God of the universes of Creation as a whole
I raise my hands; and open my heart and soul.'
Prostrate I call upon your power, to bless my
Friends in these long dark hours' these days
Long abhorred stand now at their doors, I ask
You gird their spirits with strength; enlighten their
Minds that they drive hence' each evil time that
They may face, pray turn them into typhoons
That will remove each trace; those of fear, of doubt
and all false pride, beside them; I ask your power
Resides, of your angel throng assign to them
More than they ever need, these women and men.'
Andrea Deitrich Michael Tor Heidi sands Connie
Marcum Wong Judy Ball Bill Baker Robert Ligouri
Joseph May Harry Horseman Brother Jacob
Sally Eslinger Sara Kendrick Sam Kaufman Joe
Dimino Len Gasun Pangiota Romios James
Marshall Goff Billy the Kidster Vince Suzdail
Jnr Kim Rodriuges Beta Augustin Rob Carmac
Robert Lindley Brandy Nichole Laura Leiser
And last, but not least B J Legros Kelly '
Much Love to all.'
May they each put to flight any 5000 that come
Up against them in any honourable venture they
Embark upon, be that written spoken or intimated
May you be with them each one dear Lord in Jesus
Name with the Holy Spirit as witness.'
from owned to dethroned
you led me
from queen to unseen
you hid me
once crowned to now bound
you kept me
absorbed to derobed
you left me
a spectacle to be gawked at
you jeered me
from diamond to dust
you threw me
once devoid of lust
you spurned me
and yet, here I am
naked
bleeding
dishonored
unwanted
here I stand
here I smile
biding my time a while
knowing as I do
the inner splendor shines through
I bathe my naked body
perfume every curve
comb out my raven hair
for I dare
This is swear:
None can usurp my throne
It's mine and mine alone
I climb the stairs
and they all stare
yes, they stare
so aware
the Queen has returned
your history’s been burned
I'm here
more beautiful than before
radiance galore
I see you
with flames of desire
once more in your eyes
you...watch me.....R^I^S^E
my glory emanates through
every idol set up by you
adoration's MY due
It is true:
discarded to lauded
I taunt you
demeaned to re-queened
I rule you
I reign, I disdain
don't be vain
your plea to return
I will burn
spurn
I'll watch you yearn
you can't take me back
I know what you lack
a heart and a soul
I won’t make you whole
Knighted to blighted
I see you
And so….
adored to abhorred
I leave you
Eileen Manassian Ghali
It was now growing dark as the sun was going down
When a stranger rode into Soup Creek, a frontier town
No one could see his face, he was all dressed in black
An old boy was heard to say "I think he's come back".
He took his horse to the stable, then went to the boarding house
Before he went in looked across the street, to the town jailhouse
There was a familiar figure sat outside, in a rocking chair
Cradling a Winchester and the stranger, felt his cold stare.
He'd returned after all these years; he had something to prove
And just after a few days back in town, he would make his move
But Sheriff Koplin is no fool and he had planned up far ahead
And had formed a posse whilst the stranger slept in his bed.
Three fiesty girls from the saloon, Jan and Jenna, Tania too
And a Texas ranger called David who was just passing through
With gambler Milton who was deadly, with a colt forty five
And Tom the undertaker who looked more dead than alive.
It was the evening of the showdown; the stranger came out of the saloon
The sun was now setting but the tension had been building up since noon
From his holster he withdrew his pistol and then fired shots up into the air
The stranger was not one for living a peaceful life and he just didn't care.
Sheriff Koplin approached him and said "Hand over your gun"
And the stranger replied "Lighten up man, I'm just having fun"
The stranger was laughing now and looking down at his feet
The townsfolk were nervous and had disappeared off the street.
Then behind the stranger came a shout in a loud Texas drawl
It was Jenna disguised as an old woman, covered with a shawl
"You heard the sheriff " she shouted, "Put your gun on the ground"
The air was now thick with tension and you couldn't hear a sound.
Then from nowhere the rest of the posse appeared pistols in hand
They abhorred bullies and conflict and were prepared to make a stand
The stranger realised he couldn't win and threw his gun down
Walked to the livery stable to get his horse, and rode out of town.
The drama was now over but it could have gone either way
Sheriff Koplin and his posse restored peace, and had won the day
It was now days end in Soup Creek in that peaceful frontier town
All you could hear were chirping crickets as the sun was going down.
Written on 20th May 2022.
At school I abhorred poetry
A poet I NEVER would be
But life dealt us a cruel blow
Hubby’s tests soon were to show
CANCER
Cancer is such a cruel disease
Since then life’s not been a breeze
When he faced the surgeon’s knife
It dramatically changed my whole life
WRITING
T’was the first time I picked up my pen
Over three thousand poems since then
Covid lockdown came so I undertook
My dreams to work on my first book
CREATING
366 poems, one for each day of the year
Only a fool like me would have the idea
The idea is finally coming to fruition
My editor’s superb, a creative magician
PUBLISHING
Dreams to publish at last will come true
Once editing and artwork are through
Then I’ll self publish my very first book
Silly poems, I hope you’ll take a look!
Dreaming Poetry Contest
06/10/23
Great King Solomon, wisest of the rulers of Israel,
The favored son of King David, who was beloved of our God,
Did fall from grace in his old age though God suffered him for years.
He warned him and He warned him that his actions would bring tears.
Solomon's wealth and power were known both far and wide,
And kings from other countries brought their daughters for his brides.,
But God said, 'Solomon be wise, send them away from you,
For they are vile before My eyes and all their daughters too.
If you accept them in My son their sins will be on you.'
But Solomon paid The Lord no mind, he welcomed those kings in,
Made pacts, alliances and deals ignoring grievous sins,
Committed by those kings and queens, acts that God abhorred,
And took unto him concubines and wives before The Lord.
Women that God told him were unclean before His eyes,
And that they'd bring their gods with them so strong would be their ties.
That Israel would follow them and he would fall from grace,
And that's just how it happened that Solomon lost face.
Seven hundred took he them and even their gods too.
He let them build their temples and went in with them too.
His heart was turned away from God by the company he kept.
He followed other gods with them and God, Himself, wept.
That's what's happening here today, they're coming here in droves.
Fleeing from oppression that their way of life enclosed.
They say our God offends them and we shouldn't honor Him.
Well their god offends me too so the same is just for them.
They wish to take away from us the very thing they seek.
Denying us our freedoms, our own laws have made us weak.
We are the pagans in their eyes and of little consequence.
They'll change our laws and change our God. I say it don't make sense.
We'll fall from grace like Solomon,
Lose all that we hold dear.
Our freedom gone we'll lose our land,
Then hide and quake in fear.
1Kings 10:11
Ashamed to avow my sins,
A burden mine alone to bear,
Broken beyond repair,
Baptized in gold to fill the cracks,
Restless nights, Velour gowns turning to sacks
No amount of gold brings relief,
Debased by lies and deceit,
Beg for forgiveness,
And you shall be forgiven,
He, who knows all, saw underneath my veneer,
A pain, a woe played for deaf ears,
I beseech my lord to forgive my misdeeds abhorred,
Let my midnight scribble turn into beautiful word.
The dawn spoke her name like a silken secret
carried carefree by the tradewinds of lust and larceny
imported from the traderoutes of paradise and pandemonium,
sequined with violet venom she venerates the virtue of volition
her love is unlawful, unequalled in unrest, righteous in conquest,
tender in temptation, torrid your surrender, her beauty a will bender,
Queen of Empire Passion, warrior unknown to submission
her kingdom was not inherited, glory and throne ungifted,
the treasures, stables and territories, battles and crown all won,
rich in intellect, endowed with rare resources, affluent in original passion
bejeweled in natural beauty, she bewitches beasts and men alike,
Poets pen her preciously as Woman Total, Priests implore her pardon,
male servants pander to her anger and ardor, satisfaction she commands,
Sisterhood the symbol and soul of her mission,
I was just a man, a wanderer wading through her reign,
from the unsubdued North I came, a curious traveler with ancient name,
my tribe unfamiliar, underestimated, a Chieftain of steady pulse,
tresspassing towards her roots my aim was direct knowledge of her
woman of renown cunning and learning, woman of exotic ability,
seeking teaching and romance, though I would not be her Subject or victim,
this she knew, this she abhorred, a challenge to her dominance,
I agreed to meet her alone in the open morning of war,
in an abeyounce of gliding fire she comes riding out of the sun
regalia of black roses against red tears flying above her shoulder,
our horses begin a battle tromp, breaths heavy with moist mania
she has leopards in her eyes
poinsettias and death's palms painted on thighs,
scalps of exlovers and enemies slung on sadle
we acknowledge one another with ritual yell
I exclaim, Warrior Poetess, she screams Poet Warrior!
dismounting with mutual vigor our combat erupts
cutting my cheek with her blade's lip
kicking me in the ribs
I clinch her collared throat
and heel trip us to the ground
she snarls, I growl,
a glimpse of rescue in eachother's eyes -
J.A.B.
It rained on and on.
the fire in the hearth
had long died out.
hunger grew,
frustration raged.
vultures swooped down
to feed on flesh in the night
half willing, half resenting,
surrendered, rather subdued,
desire spilled over,
bristles pricking
from organ to organ
thrusting and tearing
devouring in greedy gulp
waves surged past the log
passion spent,
hunger appeased,
purse strings loosened,
silver coins tinkled.
amply paid,
her wages of shame……!
the toil not wasted!
nights came one by one
creatures of the night frequented her more often
and the scenes were constantly replayed
though she abhorred them,
there was no other go, but yield
‘exploring hands encounter(ed) no defense’.
each night closed in smutty h(r) ut,
when the h(r)ut turned a prostitute,
she started to rot.
feeble she grew,
languid she became,
body thinned,
energy waned,
ailments plagued,
and
immunity lost!
now,
she lives an outcast.
a luscious fruit
blighted by the worms!
no more nocturnal invaders…..
no inebriated blather falls in her ears
only the hoot of owls !
___________________________
June.16.2022
Placed Fourth
Creatures of the Night Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Julia Ward
Disorderly,
His confusion organized,
Grotesquely haphazard.
She never stopped complaining,
Harping him to distraction.
Even now, he had to search
For a miserable hammer.
Cellar dark,
Hands outstretched,
Light switch elusive,
He hit his head,
Against a beam.
Till he found
That for which he needed.
He hung her portrait
Smack in the middle
Of a bare wall,
Above her beloved dresser,
An antique piece which he abhorred.
He bought a lamp
And vowed it would be lit
Below the face
That looked at him
From high above,
Imploring urgently,
Almost begging him
To do better.
He took up the hammer again
He fixed the small bronze plaque
As level as he only knew how
And read the words there written:
"My beloved Mother".
He smiled.
English Sonnet
Along the walk the suits and sneakers stroll,
so many faceless smiles that tell a lie
and don't reveal the true and costly toll,
instead with righteous glare they will deny.
We walked one time along this very shore
to skip a stone and watch the otters play
and vowed not to become what we abhorred -
a knight and a sweet damsel we would stay.
But that was all so very long ago
so as a storm blows in from o're the pond,
and suits hide safe behind their parasols,
it's for the simpler times I truly long.
Just like the otters we will splash and dive
and naked in the rain we will survive.
Solomon wouldn't listen,
Though God suffered him for years.
He warned him and He warned him,
That his actions would bring tears.
Solomon's wealth and power,
Were known both far and wide,
And kings from other countries,
Brought their daughters for his brides;
But God said Solomon be wise,
Send them away from you;
For they are vile before My eyes,
And all their daughters too.
If you accept them in, My Son,
Their sins will be on you.
But Solomon paid The Lord no mind,
He welcomed those kings in;
Made pacts, alliances and deals,
Ignoring grievous sins,
Committed by these kings and queens,
Acts that God abhorred,
And took unto him concubines,
And wives before The Lord.
Women that God told him,
Were unclean before His eyes,
And that they'd bring their gods with them,
So strong would be their ties;
That Israel would follow them,
And he would fall from grace,
And that's just how it happened,
And Solomon lost face.
Seven hundred took he them,
And even their gods too.
He let them build their temples,
And went in with them too.
His heart was turned away from God,
By the company he kept.
He followed other gods with them,
And God, Himself, wept.
That's what's happening here today.
They're coming here in droves'
Fleeing from oppression,
That their way of life enclosed.
They say our God offends them,
And we shouldn't honor Him;
Well, their god offends me too,
So the same is just for them.
They wish to take away from us,
The very thing they seek,
Denying us our freedoms,
Our own laws have made us weak.
We are infidels to them,
And of little consequence.
They'll change our laws and change our God.
I say it don't make sense.
We'll fall from grace like Solomon.
Lose all that we hold dear.
Our freedom gone, we'll lose our land,
Then hide and quake in fear.
She sat there under a rooted lofty tree.. Shading branches and fanning leaves kept her company... The hissing of silence and the reigning of solitude driving her cold at home. She took a step out to let vanish the void that filled her chest. She brooded over herself the one of the past leafing through her memories... "That's the apple of my eye.. The lifeblood of my heart!.." She came to taste beauty.. To touch the very core of delight when He was brought to her life. Burning all the candles of her youth at both sides, extremely weary but profoundly contented. The echoes of giggles and whining a melody she did not cease to revere and treasure.. She kept cradling him in his most vulnerable stages of growth.. He kept clinging to her rocky power feeding on the fountain of her pure, generous, unconditional and infinite love.. She kept sharing with him his passion, his dreams, his world.. She kept showing care and interest to all that he adores even though it happened that she disliked it and abhorred. She kept living his very life as if she never existed.. She could feel the warmth of her home.. She could venerate the meaning of every single sigh, whisper, sound that could reach her soul from every corner of her home...
Fragile, vulnerable, nostalgic.. Tears betrayed her and found their way to her.. An ache piercing her heart, a lump clinging in her throat and drops of hurt veiling her eyes..
She sat there under a rooted lofty tree.. Shading branches and fanning leaves kept her company... The hissing of silence and the reigning of solitude driving her cold at home. She took a step out to let vanish the void that filled her chest.
There is a View
There is a view, slightly obscured,
by tilted head and squinted eyes
sad hazy tint of things abhorred
tears unshed when a flower dies
long shadows cast
on future’s past.
Grief’s sight will clear, it’s heart endure
high in the scented pines faint cries
incite the frozen hawk, restore
dead gaze, unfurl bold wings, arise
feathers estranged
by winds of change.
©2/12/2018submitted to – Rhyme Me A Posie – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Broken Wings
Born in 1947
a delicate post war child
So shy was she
and nervous too
a flimsy fragile flower
who when her mother took her out
began to scream
began to shout
Her hair drew great attention
from old dears far and wide
titian with a hint of auburn
shiny and sumptuous
speckled with gold
so shy she abhorred it
old ladies adored it
as they stopped in the street
to Mother would speak
as they oohed
as they aahed
as they stroked
as they patted
ignoring the child underneath
She hated her hair
for the colour it was
and the hoards of old dears
with their oohing
and aahing
their stroking
and patting
She wanted to run
she wanted some fun
so she hatched up a plan
and with scissors in hand
she cut
she snipped
she hacked
until finally her hair
was no longer there
When Mother discovered
the damage she’d done
she screamed
and she shrieked
an attack of the vapors
sent her spiraling down
as she fell to her feet
For her beautiful girl
with her auburn hair
was now bald
not a single hair
was there
The child was delighted
no more oohing
nor aahing
no more patting
nor stroking
Over the years
her hair grew back
the shy fragile flower
she blossomed
Learning to love her auburn locks
they found her a perfect lover
This gorgeous man ~ there was no other
was rather partial to hair of red
his oohing
and aahing
his patting
and stroking
she really loved
and for 41 years they were wed
he was rather partial to hair of red...
Written 8th July 2019
I am that titian/auburn haired child…
Contest: Childhood Memories
Sponsor:Chantelle Anne Cooke
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Contest: You and yours
Sponsor:Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE
Please strengthen my testimony Lord.
Help by being my sword, shield, and reward.
Destroy that which is inside me, abhorred.
Bring me aboard, and fully furnish me restored.
As we travel across this stormy sea,
Help me bail and stop all these water leaks.
Be a motor in the back for me,
And a rudder to steer me clear and free.
Savior, I am unable, but Thou canst redeem.
Please come rescue, release and restore me.
I cry out for Thy mercy, peace and healing,
So I can live in righteousness abundantly.
I have not the power, and am not my own,
But Thou canst plant, grow and reap, all seeds sown.
I need Thee every moment, to not be alone.
In the end, bring me home to bow at Thy throne.
I am to follow Thee, so I must abide in truth.
Please give me all Thy ways, and follow through.
I need Thee to teach, preach and lead, to improve.
I know Thy love is all I can do, so help me prove.
Now I ask Thee wholly, to restore me in Thy grace.
Glorious Father, I now fully embrace.
I have so much to become, in all Thy ways.
Hold me up tightly, to the light of Thy face.
My offering is me, and Thou offered Thee,
So let’s come together, and be one in deed.
Sealed in Thy holy sacrifice, I am made free.
Let this be all I’m after, for only this will suffice me.