Best Afeared Poems
A snowy owl sat on her nest
while tending to her brood;
her mate flew out upon a quest
to gather up their food.
An old grey wolf then soon appeared
who wandered in the dark.
To owl he said, “Don’t be afeared
my noise is just a bark.”
To him she said, “How sweet your face,
I’m sure you mean no harm,
and surely heart is full of grace;
no need to be alarmed.
Please sit and visit us a while;
I’ll share with you my time.”
To her he said, with gentle smile,
“Please share with me your rhymes.”
And so this friendly bond was sealed
between unlikely pair,
the old grey wolf, his friendship yield,
and wise young owl so fair.
And so the moral of this tale
I offer you today,
to you one day might be avail
when stranger comes your way…
“Don’t be alarmed of those unknown,
who fate, to you may send,
that wander in the night alone;
they might turn out a friend.”
January 29, 2019
Poem of the Day - January 31, 2019
Categories:
afeared, friendship,
Form:
Personification
The wind whipped through the vale that winter night;
he hunkered down, his watch to keep.
A solitary star gave off its light;
oblivious, the sheep
lulled by their shepherd's song, lay slumbering in sleep.
They suddenly were no longer alone;
an angel of the Lord appeared
and all about, His wondrous glory shone.
The shepherd, much afeared,
shook, naked and exposed; the sight, his senses sheared.
But grace on grace, the angel said, "Behold,
I bring you tidings of great joy!"
And thus, just as the scriptures had foretold,
Immanuel, a boy,
announced, not to the rich, but to the hoi polloi.
And as he spoke, 'twas like a switch was thrown,
the veil drawn back, a mere facade;
surrounding him, a multitude had grown.
A sight that overawed:
the host of heaven singing, glorifying God.
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for the A Christmas Special Poetry Contest
sponsored by Emile Pinet
written on 12/3/22
From the second chapter of Luke, in the a:b:a:b:b rhyme of an English Quintain with 10:8:10:6:12 syllable counts...
Categories:
afeared, christmas,
Form:
Quintain (English)
Frayed border prints paste illusion,
worn-out inks swirling bleeds,
The hauls, stareways, persuasion,
privileged balconies.
Antiquities of read reviews,
claims of a rustic quill,
to scribbled marks a light verse muse,
and forever bestill.
I hear the silence of the slams,
satirical critics,
synthetic irony exams,
stardoms paralytics.
It dominates its point to rise,
where life did emanate,
afeared facade recital trice,
timeless collaborate.
A reenactment of Bo Peep,
tough be a ruminant.
My first part, blossom -- was a sheep,
I was magnificent.
Categories:
afeared, age, animal, irony, memory,
Form:
Rhyme
Nailed to a wooden cross he died.
Lord Jesus Christ was crucified.
A crown of thorns, King of the Jews.
As passers by spat out abuse.
Beneath the cross three Marys wait.
Their prayers were drowned by screams of hate.
His passion on the cross displayed,
Atonement for our sins he made.
The Christ is dead, His corpse they gave.
Was laid to rest in Joseph's cave.
His tomb now sealed, the rock was drawn
The third day on, before the dawn
An Angel of the Lord appeared.
Four guards on duty were afeared.
By Roman law they would be tried.
An empty cave, as prophesied.
Jesus had risen from the dead.
The glory of the Lord then spread,
By females who spoke with our Lord.
Disciples faith redeemed, restored.
Their words of wisdom scriptures tell.
New testaments where faith would dwell.
Categories:
afeared, religion,
Form:
Rhyme
Jack Frost, a naughty hellion's arrival is often afeared.
Acrimoniously he brings his uncharitable winter baggage of
Chilblains, clattering teeth, frost bites, snow blindness,
Knocking down the strongest in sleety ice and frozen snow.
Fathomless is his mischief with kids in winter, and
Roars in laughter at their overreactive plight in ice skating.
Outraged at being tied down by rules, Jack frees himself to
Sculpt snowmen smoking smokeless pipes which
Tempts children to snowball attacks in his blissful wintry eden.
December 3, 2015
Contest: Acrostic-Jack Frost
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Categories:
afeared, allusion, fun, kid, paradise,
Form:
Acrostic
I am HighwayHorace your hero dog
I prowl the area at night
Chasing away the naughty cats
Who wake children up when they fight
I woof at the burglars making sure
Your all safe whilst your asleep
Before going home to my own kennel
To dream of meaty bones and treats
I follow the children when the leave
to go to school each day
Making sure they walk not run
Plus on the pavements stay
I make them stop at every kerb
Look right and left and right
No cars coming then you can cross
Safely without a fright
Am always here, waiting for the call
A dangerous incident has occurred
Two little boys on their bicycles are about
Recklessly riding not afeared
I jump in front of them making them turn
Woofing at them to behave and home to stay
Pavements belong to everyone, so use them
safely with care the HighwayHorace way.
Motto is
Remember the Highway Code and be safe.
Penned 08/08/2014
Categories:
afeared, children,
Form:
Rhyme
By Elton Camp
Howdy, Leroy, how’s you and you’rn?
I ain’t seed you since th' baby was born.
Livin’ way up hear in th’ mountain,
Of th’ days I sorta lose accountin’.
Well, Jim, as fur as I kin tell
We’se doing tolerable well.
Lulu’s marriage has at last been laid.
Wuz getting’ afeared she be an old maid.
Kinda bad fer her to be publicly seen.
When she’s wuz single at fourteen.
And Bubba’s got as big as a bear.
He’s ugly enough to throw a scare.
What kind of job did Bubba ever get?
He wuz always too lazy t’ break a sweat.
Fer him, schoolin’ wus a mite too tough.
Th’ schoolmarm made it mighty rough.
Bubba ain’t been around for many a day.
Because off to a college he went away.
Jim looked at Leroy with suspicious doubt.
Since he had to wonder what that was about.
Nothin’ like thet I’ve ever seed.
Why old Bubba, he can’t even read.
Hit must be you has money to burn.
How, in college, can Bubba learn?
Leroy realized that he hadn’t made it plain
How at a college big Bubba could remain.
You has plumb th’ wrong idea there, Jim.
Bubba ain’t studyin’. They’se studyin’ him.
Categories:
afeared, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
No, It was not my time
to jaunt & jump about
the Morld with You, to
glowering-green-glows
of Ischia, the privileges
of Mackinac, "...our Paris, Ilsa!"...
Ornamented ataud &
calefacted incinerators are
merely better-funded!, to a last-
notice of proteaned hoar, the
dearth of silk...
So, it was to be
Goa, or Delhi "curry-in-a-hurry" not,
and the touts & shouts
as We passed...
You in those shoes,
toeing-up with heel asway
like a silent, ticking-pendulum,
Me, watching...
Allowing sole specialnesses, but a few
to my inti-mated Life,
why there was You insinuate...
E'er Yours-sporadic, tho'
an extravagance of Soul!, like
incipient Sinatra, or
the piano of Jarrett! But,
No, it was not your time
to jump & jaunt-about
with Me, but for You,
like a junkie afeared of needles,
to be going, & mine
to Write... of It, plecking-off
the pilpuls from
My blanket, & You to
replacing contoured batteries
and
for Now... perhaps as recent
as tomorrows' accident.
H.e.m.
c.5.10.MMvii.
Categories:
afeared, introspection, life, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
DARKNESS
When first I considered penning a verse for the poetess,
The clouds methought would open and show riches,
Would say to me happiness be thine,
Verily thou shalt be free and fine,
The fringed curtains of thine eye advance,
‘Twill be easier than a courtier’s dance.
But forsooth what manner of poetess is here all the while?
Decorated but exceeding sad in her style.
Oh, for her the dawn is broken - but dying,
Bleeding its red sunblood across the land crying.
Forlorn, she is a sight sadder than death
For ‘tis dawn and the start of all life and breath.
Yet she dwelleth in darkness.
Yea verily, would I had not seen this vision of starkness!
Were I to write a line for her darkened planet
My heart would fain deny it.
Yet I dare not. Mayhap ‘twere true, for consider this madness –
At sea a deep chasm of sadness
Is shewn in her verse of bones
Wherein lieth no living mortal from the Whaler’s Tale
Save that he lieth in the locker of Davy Jones
Down i’ th’ deeps beneath the whale’s tail.
On land she findeth yon dragon at his merry work this day,
Who doth lay him down to prey
On some foolish mortal, some wandering minstrel bard
Such as me. ‘Od’s truth, ‘tis full hard !
So ‘tis time to do’t....hell is murky...fie, fie !
But soft, I take courage - do I.
And bold speak to mine own self - let me think.....
A poet and afeared? What need I but quill and ink?
I’ll her poems read with full intent
To have written a verse myself and in competition have it sent.
.............................................................................................................................
Written 5 July 2013 and entered in Poetessdarkly competition
Note
References are made to three poems, WHALER’S TALE,
BREAK OF DAWN, and A DRAGON’S PRAYER.
Categories:
afeared, dark,
Form:
Couplet
Screams and giggles could be heard,
Children squealing afeared.
The carefree bee flying to each window,
Sadly, he did not know where to go.
It dived and darted across the classroom,
The students waved their little arms about,
Wishing they could find a way to chase it out.
The Vice-Principal strolled quietly in,
And spotted the danger therein.
Pouring a little drop of soda on her hand,
The scared little bee quickly took a land.
And with a gentle flip of her hand,
The smart bee flew outside, as planned.
The children clapped with glee,
Happy, that no one got hurt, not even the bee.
Categories:
afeared, animal, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
There's a rumour hitting town
It's party time real soon
Not a thing to wear
Have to ring to fix my hair
Hear Beyoncé will attend
Didn't know she was your friend
Will she wear clothes this time
Best she does she's past her prime
Has this party got a theme
Waiting to hear of this party scheme
You have had some weird ideas
Not sure whether to be afeared
Oh it's a charleston night
Fringed skirts will be a delight
For all the males to gloat
Hope my thighs are not too stout
Oh I haven't had an invite
Is this a little oversight
Hear the invites didn't include me
Checked the date I wasn't free
Penned 05/07/2014
Categories:
afeared, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
Stage Flight
How I talk is a flawed wiggle
Wish it were how I scribble
To pay back for being afeared
Moses grew a lengthy beard;
Though he endured stage fright
Mine is worst it is stage flight!
JM
07th Nov’ 2013
Categories:
afeared,
Form:
Rhyme
Maybe tomorrow my ink won’t be sticky
A verse will take shape as it flows
I’ll see what I’ve written and won’t be too picky
From now on it’s anything goes
Maybe tomorrow I’ll write about sorrow
Keep ‘funny’ for some other day
My pen will find ideas to sneakily borrow
No copyright shall bar its way
Maybe tomorrow my pen will advise me
By writing two letters: ‘A.I.’
My scruples tell me I could never agree
So, maybe I’ll pass that one by
Maybe tomorrow my pen shall not wander
Alas it shall write not at all
Integrity isn’t a value to squander
A man and his pen must stand tall
Maybe tomorrow I’ll find inspiration
My pen shall be truly enthralled
I’ll write a whole poem, to my consternation
Lest my pen should be quite appalled
Maybe tomorrow my pen will run loose
With notions, some free and some weird
Maybe my pen will shrug off all abuse
And write silly stuff less afeared
Maybe tomorrow I’ll have an idea
That my pen can pick up and run with
About an aardvark that went into IKEA
I’m a poet… so live and let live!
Categories:
afeared, poetry, writing,
Form:
Rhyme
You’ll find this disgusting, but Rudolph was busting
He peed in that fish pond of mine
But it wasn’t tragic, cos Rudolph is magic
And he piddles sparkling wine
The water went hazy, my goldfish went crazy
And splashing all over the place
It’s true, don’t be doubting, they dislodged my fountain
And sprayed Prosecco in my face
I swallowed a bit, not too much of it
My hand stopped too much going in
For wine that is fizzy can make me go dizzy
I’d much rather do that with gin
I think Santa heard, cos that’s not a bird
It’s Prancer that’s flying above
He’s tinkling from space, I got a quick taste
It’s gin and I think I’m in love
Then my wife appeared and I grew afeared
She had a mad look on her face
The goldfish are blotto, the yard’s like a grotto
With reindeer all over the place
But vixen’s my genie, she tinkled martini
So I grabbed a glass in some haste
Vermouth sprinkled in, right up to the brim
My wife won’t let that go to waste
So, now dancing twerky, she forgot the turkey
And I grabbed a casserole dish
I went in to get a whopping great net
Cos dinner will be...
a goldfish
Categories:
afeared, christmas, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
*Image of Lady Bug by Pixabay.
IHO We Ladybugs Who Started It
(Gender-Neutral)
My dearest ladybird,
with your orangey shield,
protecting your body when stirred,
as the creatures who languish after you,
their piquant beckons skill to wield.
Becalm, I'm not afeared ...
misterbird flew revealed.
2021 July 17
e.g., Julyme
RhymeScheme; abacbab
Structured Lines
Categories:
afeared, for her, for him,
Form:
Rhyme