Best Aired Poems
How fondly he recalls when doting moon stared
Blush of her radiant smile gleamed opaline skies
While cuddling stellar vibes love they declared
And embracing her allure he venerated his prize.
In womb of romantic night passions-grand aired
Exchanging fervent vows, longing dawn of sunrise,
When revealing prurience every intention bared
In rhapsodic titillation euphoric feelings surmise.
Alas! soon emotions hid—dispiritedly impaired
When blissful times saddened hearing her cries
As souls, deceptively beguiled, no longer cared,
Silence between them grew stoking sullen guise,
For rise of whimsical day, woefully unprepared,
Shadowed glamorous arc, deeming fate unwise,
And upon sanguine horizons stygian storms flared
As the pledges of forever, destiny chose to revise.
She pleaded to forget the love they once shared,
Its flame was extinguished by whim of disguise;
Dreams they dreamt could no longer be repaired
Once the spark of aspirations abandoned her eyes.
Suppressions of emotions left them bereft, unpaired,
As lovelorn inhibitions roared, to spell their demise
Exiting prized fervor, forsaking dreams unrepaired,
Trapping unrequited love-vibes where passion dies.
May 10, 2022
Placed 1st: Pick-A-Title, Vol 30 – Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title Chosen: Internal Inhibition
Cooling off in falling months, approaching dusk.
Coordinated chill and quilting of snow, brusque.
Cooking lots of soup, beating down dough,
as the wind whoops on a weeping willow.
The sky blue sheets aired out on the clothesline.
Coordinates of beauty in her decline.
Cooties shots on the medical menu…sigh.
Cooperation of dirge, the woe-filled cry.
Co-occurence of life and absence of fog
on the handheld mirror, down by the bog.
Cookout of fried boughs and its vestment.
This particular parish was not a good investment.
Autumn’s turning down the soil - leaves
storm in turmoil, slowing down what it believes.
The coos of despair…her ring rolls off finger.
Her dreams of love no longer linger.
Cool when Autumn clashes with Winter
and the clash of letters are placed by printer.
The clouds are snow white, they get the scoop.
Doves cry and hover - eyes droop.
I remember, back before puberty,
and all concomitant complexities,
visiting the pond behind our barn,
to watch water spiders.
I wondered what we would like living on thin transparent skin
between two equally visible universes,
one below, and one above.
Below,
life would be somewhat darker
but unlike soil.
I would look down into flowing water space,
watching other little pond insects and amoebas, and lichen,
and occasional predator fish or water snake,
or frog.
Above,
I could look up to see flying insects,
and grass forests,
rocks above, as below,
but dry, lighter, easier to maneuver,
to stick to,
to remember.
Again, the occasional predator,
like birds and again those pesky frogs
who also tend to live near life's bicameral surface.
Yet, in a way, this surface,
Boundary skin between two universes,
Prime Relationship limned barrier
between air and water universes
has its own specific unitarian traits,
responding to both air and water flow,
sometimes confluently,
sometimes dissonantly.
My own spidery journey along that surface,
looking in and looking up,
is quite different than looking out,
forward,
with confusion as I lose capacity to integrate down and up
while staring toward my independent
rooted past and crowning future.
So, my water spider grows three eyes.
Only supereco eye looks directly toward my future,
interpreting Prime Relationship between my right eye,
sensing water within below,
and inside
While my left eye,
looking up and out,
seeks to understand
what this huge mammal,
a red headed kid,
is doing with our fresh-aired day.
Long shaded walks neath gilded canopies,
as Autumn’s twilight song proclaimed the cold
with words from lips of russet, aired with ease,
entwined with brittle leaves of bronze and gold
in muted tones; a whisper on a breeze,
that breathed of sun-kissed hands she used to hold;
of how an arctic moon upon her crept,
dissolving thoughts of Summer as she slept.
The wind did paint in pearl encrusted hue,
o’er fading hint of fragrant amber glow
with jewelled tears of frosty morning dew;
the pale sun all but chilled the earth below.
Of ashen light, a season born anew
brought wilderness and unrelenting snow
to smother hibernating Autumn spice;
entombed, with just her dreams, in lands of ice.
The cool tamp of rain drops extract their toll
with sweet scents pervading summer's warm voice.
Life bids refreshment to its aired soul
as Heaven's passion gives cause to rejoice.
No words can be heard o'er the mist or squall
the earth falls silent in tribute by choice.
Such softness that coats earth's thirst with its hope
brings promise of wealth beyond the eye's scope.
Summer Rain Contest
Sponsored by Dale Cozart
10 syllables per line
08/30/2017
“Ole Brownie”
The meanest and the best,
Proven among the rest,
My dog in Arkansas, pope county,
I present, ole Brownie,
With first cold front,
Arkansans begin the hunt,
Razorback hogs,
with their dogs,
Now my dog Brownie,
Meanest hog dog in pope county,
A sight to see,
Even growls at me,
A heinz fifty seven,
Comes number seven of the eleven,
Impossible to see,
His pedigree,
Though no pedigree,
Visibly plain to see,
He was the dog for me,
By my shout of glee,
When he was given to me,
He was a handsome dog,
Though he loved to hog,
Part red bone hound,
Mixed with feist clown,
Would fight anything around,
Twas very plain he wasn’t a coward,
With teeth bared,
Who’s hoss or boss,
At any cost,
Often declared,
When disputes were aired,
Ain’t no fibbing,
Ears torn to ribbons,
His ears` he had sacrifices,
To his scrapping vice,
Anyhow, to finish my story,
Bout my dog of glory, ©.( “Razorback Hog Hunt”)
9-27-09 johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com
Secrets should always be easily shared.
Interaction rather than causation,
Unbridling the soul of all ties once aired.
No need for vigilant calculation,
Intent on seamless communication.
Just being with others in the moment,
A genuine, life-giving, bestowment.
You see it a lot now a days, being aired everywhere you look
In many forms and many ways even you and I are in the book
As the news anchors spin their story or even just friend to friend
Jesus said in all of His Glory be careful of the message you send
Do not slander your foe nor wish him evil upon his daily way
For it isn't yours to know only your duty and obligation to pray
Cut not one at the knees or even enter into the gossip mill room
Infectious like disease most of those people are headed for doom
Like a murderer and or a thief, gossipers too are high on the list
They simply add to another's grief the sin being in how they twist
They prolong another's plight in wanting to know every little detail
Never choosing to do right as each reputation they seem to impale
Of others never speak a negative word, but act as if they were there
Put aside everything you heard and then do something that is rare
Acting as if that person were you, as one day this may be the case
Still not sure what to do... Remember the Day Jesus took your place
“A good man out of the good treasure of his heart
bringeth forth that which is good...”
Luke 6:45
It's twenty twenty there is a new threat
A virus with no cure as yet.
Its a pandemic, its all around.
An antibody needs to be found.
Globally politicians and proffesionals have aired.
A lockdowns required people are scared.
The advice that been given is very sound.
Stay at home save your pound.
No save lives is what it's about.
For goodness sake don't go out.
Thousands of people have sadly died.
More to come scientists confide.
No cure at present we must isolate
Joe public's lives are in a state
Schools being closed indefinitely.
What to do with the children, 'Help me!!'
Exercise daily but only once a day
The kids just want to go out and play
Daily shopping is frowned upon
All hand cleaner and toilet rolls have gone
People panic buying what's so wrong
Vulnerable people can't be out too long
Go to work if you can
Or work from home like I am
Stay at home with your family
Protect them from this uncertainty
The emergency services are doing us proud.
I hope you all clapped really loud
Community groups have stepped up too
They are here to help me and you.
So please everyone listen to the advice
Stay at home or throw the dice
It's not just you that will be hurt
It's others around you that's a cert.
Women are roses
Beware of thorns
With tactful maneuvers
Lest you get poisoned
Women are oars
They sail your boat, without roars
And, the calm waters
Conceal the abyssal horrors
Women are children
Give them big sweets
Hug them with heart beats
And show them trustful smiles
'Cause they sniff the wiles
Women are wireless spies
Aired through airborn flies
A mouth-to-ear news murmured
Faster than any transmitter
Woman are thieves
They steal your heart
They laugh when you grieve
And cry when you leave
Women are men
They do all they can
Go to war, hold a pen
But without men,
They never can
Women give all their heart
It seems they won't depart
Once real things are getting hard
They leave like never did start
But, We can't live without them
Life is duality, woman and man
Happiness and Sorrow
Let's share them life's joy and pain
Until we both, leave this Earth
To the Power '' Supreme ''
When life leaves me feeling all alone
and abandoned to my thoughts;
I listen to the leaves rustling in the trees
chatting with each passing breeze,
discussing what's written on the wind.
Inscribed with invisible yet vivid inks
of hopes, dreams, and loves won and lost;
silent secrets and frustrations aired.
These subliminal notes remind my heart and soul
that I'm alive, aware, and conscious
of my surroundings, the author of my destiny.
Nothing is preordained; in reality,
Life starts as a blank page in an empty book,
awaiting free will to fill in the lines,
drafted from the plethora of notes
time's pinned to the wind.
And when my life ends,
Death will erase all but the wind.
I was born a female
You were born a male
None of us had a say in the matter of our birth
Neither did we chose from what part of this earth
For in His own image we were created
From the day of our birth
Our differences were laid bare
From the onset, our paths were set
Same community, same culture
Just because of a different genetic makeup
My chores were many even from that early age
From sunrise to sunset
Do this, do that
Duties allocated differently
Yet very unpropotionate
Like a flower I grew
Well watered and aired
Closely monitored and censored
Under the watchful eyes of the female folk I grew
Until my world came crashing down
My identity was not my own
My success measured by another
My dreams given a barely there nod
Then dismissed altogether
Seen as not important
I was viewed as property
A measure of wealth
An item to be passed on from one to another
A vessel for the pleasure of others
Like goods in a marketplace I was traded
Just before I blossomed
The bud that was me
Was forcefully opened
My petals recklessly plucked away
Just before I was to share my beauty with the world
My colour and fragrance was vanquished
What wrong did i do?
That I am treated differently
That my dreams and purpose in life
To you does not matter
An item of trade to you I am.
I scream and cry in silence
In constant pain my days pass by
With scars that have not healed
Despite the physical pain years ago
What wrong did I do?
I will stay silent no more
With a loud voice I will say no more
In my actions the practice will be no more
From harmful cultural practices
Join me in saying 'No more!'
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Regeneration of living space, aired out.
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We are a winged species
those who flutter to soar
alongside the pruners...
more about appearance.
There are hawks and doves, an
earthbound, feathered coop we are –
not one of a flock wanting to be caged...
Small wonder that we give our angels wings,
and our saints the high of cathedrals
Francis chose a hillside, naked, to be aired
Christ gathered our splinters till a Cross,
man's freedom in His Divine Care.
Written: October 15, 2023
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Shadows dwell in the confines of dreams.
I delve into an abyss of enigmas streams.
The soul is a marvel waiting to be unfolded.
To be felt, embraced, and aired to the world.
I slowly peel up my mask for each wary tug.
Disclosing the truth lies beneath the shrug.
Finishing yet another conundrum or quest.
locating the vitality trapped inside the chest.
Inhalations of holy trees yearn to be heard.
A tune rich with wisdom, haphazardly blurred
It falls down in pools of various hues of gray.
Time hurdles have been destroyed in clay.
Lyrics fall akin to twigs in an autumnal breeze.
Build vivid notions in the mind with salient ease.
Imaginary oxblood leaks from your lover's lips.
Whispering whispers as the full moon dimly dips
These archaic cursive instances appear in wait.
I wish tears to dry before my memories slate.
They linger on a blank page since it is too late.
Or, mingle on a shared stage as poets relate.
Before such radiance fades in the night.
To waltz and wanton, yarns of moonlight
Stars strike notes, nurturing a symphony.
A tune that vibrates in the soul is harmony.
Thus, I disclose the core of my being.
As a star sways, watch its hint of foreseeing.
The soft rumblings of the heart's embrace
A romantic choreography, a cosmic chase
But we can bear power at any given time.
To fit inside and enable our souls to sublime.
Whispers of soul embrace a cosmic love chase.
I glance inwardly for calmness and grace.