Best Altho Poems
When men were kings with steeds
women were handmaids to their needs.
repositories for their seed to grow
...I didn't know.
When men worked to make fields right,
women worked both day and night,
with bleeding hands, she'd try to sew
...I didn't know.
Men talked politics to only men
women weren't allowed back then.
If she had a brain, it mustn't show,
...I didn't know.
A woman couldn't own things herself;
like chattel, she sat on the shelf.
Her children were only his to show,
...I didn't know.
This is one thing to take note:
at one time, a woman could not vote;
until Suffragists began their show,
...I didn't know.
She worked and the check went to the man.
He'd give her cash within his own plan.
Altho tired, she helped her children grow,
...I didn't know.
Now women sit as corporate heads,
doctors, lawyers, all well-read.
We're living in the afterglow,
on the shoulders of all those women
...we didn't know.
Categories:
altho, appreciation, bullying, childhood, endurance,
Form:
Rhyme
Sally, with her warm pink tongue of love
Save from excruciating pain by God above
Expressed doggie love the only way she could
Her fireman savior received her love as he should
God’s love pours out even in Sally’s most unique way
She refused not God’s request to return love that day
Most assuredly her gratitude was expressed to say,
“Thank you master fireman for your compassionate way!"
Sally’s most unusual love by action goes on to say…
“Fireman a special breed, thanks for saving my seed...
Should a man best friend be left alone in a pen
For days on end without food, water or friend
Domesticated, their wild nature having been abated
Mistreated and abused, creatures of love refused?"
Should not all humanity learn to give love as she
Pets give out service of God’s love to you and me
They present their flesh, altho their heads are bashed
Pets provide pleasure, are abused beyond measure!
Sally sums it all up, offering of her tongue a sup,
“Do unto others as you would have them do unto you”
Sally’s isn’t a pet by choice, she hasn’t any voice
Her Message made possible in a tongue from above!
From Sally and family love!
For Contest: Doggy Gratitude
This Poem is Dedicated to and in honor of
our beloved J.J. Especially for her first contest!
"Enjoy Sweet Lady!"
Categories:
altho, motherlove,
Form:
Rhyme
Bent fingers trace embroidered leaves
on satin and long lacy sleeves.
Blush roses, twenty-six she counts--
A French word she can't now pronounce.
She blows dust from old envelopes
tied with blue ribbons and her hopes.
The letters penned by her true mate.
Over his name, she... hesitates.
A trunk in attic soon became
her refuge from days all the same.
Photos dwelling midst her daydreams,
and keepsakes of sweet seventeen.
She thought he'd walk up Dusty Lane;
he might appear, along with rain
and wash away her endless tears;
bring summer nights and happy years.
A wedding date that came and passed;
memories cut like broken glass.
A heartache like the roaring wind,
returning nightly without end.
She lived alone among the ghosts
of dances, laughter, champagne toasts.
Altho eccentric, she was bright;
looked forward to impending night.
Aunt Agnes passed at ninety-three;
still wore her ring for all to see.
Memories left for wind to tend;
they have beginnings but no end.
Categories:
altho, age, clothes, emotions, engagement,
Form:
Couplet
As I lay listening to the steady thumping of his heart,
I can't even begin to explain how much he has become a part
Of me of my life of my heart
It began at the very start
My mind drifts away
When we first met on that day
His eyes his smile his outspoken yet quiet way
God I love him what more can I say.
Time has passed altho still only a bit
My heart beats for him louder and doesn't quit
Sometimes my tummy still gets butterflies fluttering in it's pit.
I'll love him forever you can
believe that .
I was so guarded so leary of feeling
My heart was on the mend but still only slowly healing
Little did I know it wouldn't be long and that heart he'd be stealing
My love would be showing brightly revealing
Tonight as we sit here in our home peaceful and content
The days roll by the happiest I've spent
No limbo no drama no one hell bent
Breathing deeply thinking how blessed I am that this is how my life went
After all my struggles and setbacks
The sleepless nights and all that my day lacked
I'd change nothing from this day back
For life wouldn't be the same my heart would still be black
My days are now some of the best I've had
Even the ones that border on sad
I wake up each mornibg now happy and never mad
Life is will remain good to hell with the bad
Categories:
altho, beautiful, blessing, boyfriend, happiness,
Form:
Prose
Days are slow nights so peaceful
The hate is leaving not quite as vengeful
The hurt remains as scars always do
Ur image fades the longer I go without seeing you
The apprehension of speaking what I use to feel
Is fading for you no longer seem real
Your love was smoke in space and time
Was never true and contained too much grime
Your lies altho they stung gave way to a lesson
That love so dense when gone is a blessing
Categories:
altho, blessing, divorce, emotions, lost
Form:
Prose
She come in ter the world as Mary Anne walker,
But Polly Anne Nichols she took as 'er name.
Frough cicumstance she were a mistress of the night,
And pleasuring the feller's was 'er game.
This pertic'lar evenin' Polly,she were skint
So she went out t' plie 'er trade,
Altho' the night, it were dark and creepy,
Still- there were money ter be made.
She met up wiv some gentlemen,reg'lars she knew.
They said "Polly it's nice ter see yer out,
But be careful darlin' it's a filf'y night
An' yer never know 'oo might be about.
She laffed and said "I can take care o' meself."
So they went and left 'er all alone.
Then she 'eard footsteps a stealf-like in the street,
An' saw somethin', made 'er shiver ter the bone.
It were dark an' thunderin',rain pourin' down.
No-one 'eard Polly scream in 'er plight.
Then a flash o light'nin' lit up the sky,
An' a glint o' steel shone red in the night.
They found 'er in Buck street the next mornin'
'er froat it were cut from ear ter ear.
'Er guts a spilt out all over the place
In 'er eyes a look o' Gawd Almighty fear.....
Mary Anne Walker-'Polly'- was 'is first in 1888
Soon the pro's were warned when they went out,
"Watch, 'cause it aint safe in the streets o' London
Not now ol' JACK THE RIPPER, is about."
Categories:
altho, history, mysterydark, dark,
Form:
Rhyme
When women get into relationships they sometimes think after few months they have found the ONE. THats how I felt when I was in a relationship with my ex we were together 6 years and altho he never took me any we're apart from bowling a few times and rallies which were free I thought he was the one. Well one day out of nowhere he split up with me got the ole it's. Not you its me speech .well anyway few months later I got back on the horse so to speak I now realise that I actually have met my one true love we go places together he treats me right makes me laugh and we get each other and also say the same things at the same times sometimes we are 2 peas in a pod that's how I knew that my boyfriend and I were meant to be we are now looking to get a place of our own and I can't wait .he totally gets me and that is why I love him.
Categories:
altho, love,
Form:
Ballad
MUTINY ON THE SPANISH MAIN
Avast ye scum, ye've backed me to the wall
and evil's all I see there in yer eyes;
but I won't hesitate to meet the call
to fight if I must fight, so realize
that what yer comin to is yer own choice
to spend the rest of life, because of me,
just swingin in the wind, if I've a voice
the king will listen to, tho dead I be.
Altho a tyrant, he still makes yer way
and feeds the whores you want so much to see
so let's remember where we are today
so's we can get to where we want to be.
Lay down yer arms, ye've got a Judas here,
and he's the greatest thing ye've got to fear.
© RON WILSON ARBUTHNOT
aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown poet
Categories:
altho, adventure, ocean, sea,
Form:
Sonnet
I bowl balls too wide
Or leap forward a little, and
They call it ‘No!’
Then if I bowl a straighter
The dull players love it, lifting to the fence!
And the viewers whoop
Others whisper, so silly he is!
I flush in shame and pledge again
Won’t play another day, another game.
They hint their last bowler bowl me slow
The ball takes ample time, and finally ‘rives
Altho’ I Closely watch, and decide an elegant pull
It always misses; and dashes to the stupid stump!
Hey! You needn’t be ‘noyed over
I know, they love me all.
Nor need you worry over!
For I’m a litterateur, I better shouldn’t sport.
Categories:
altho, funny,
Form:
Free verse
Strolling thro' the zoo today, gazing at the various creatures,
I marveled at their shapes, colors and other distinctive features.
Some were graceful and sweet, others were cute and cuddly;
Others were grumpy and clumsy - some were downright ugly!
The ungainly giraffe, for instance, altho' much maligned,
Is one of the most graceful beasts that God designed.
But I saw no glamour in Godzilla the nine-hundred pound gorilla,
Scowling and holding the hand of his homely mate, Drusilla!
What splendid lions, tigers and other cats pacing to and fro!
And is there a more elegant animal than a fleet-footed doe?
The camels, elephants, kangaroos and yaks look mighty weird.
The buffalo isn't all that handsome with its shaggy beard!
Tho' 'tis risky with sneaky snakes, 'gators and crocs to coexist,
Even they are beautiful, according to the adoring herpetologist!
I suppose only its mother could love the lumbering rhinoceros.
For what purpose did God create the sinister hippopotamus?
Some seem to have been desisgned by an ad hoc senatorial committee,
And, alas, the results did not turn out to be all that pretty!
But beauty is in the eye of the beholder to savor and enthrall;
For each to treasure all of God's creatures, be they great or small!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Categories:
altho, animalsgod, god, , cute,
Form:
Rhyme
it is one of those dinners
leaning in the doorway, she is working
to her, this is a simple one
spaghetti ala Carbonara
she explains it to me as she processes
pancetta is meat from pork belly
salt-cured in black pepper, other spices
made with egg, hard cheese
prefers to use the spaghetti noodles
altho other kinds of pasta are used
you may also use guanciale for pancetta
she fluctuates between Pecorino, Romano
for her hard cheese
before her, i also varied my cheeses
white and yellow American cheese
which soon disappeared in our marriage
leaning in the doorway
i am enthralled still as i watch her
years have only increased my ardor
and i do listen to her every word
upon the plate, it appears
garnishes with a grating of Parmigiano-Reggiano
topped with parsley
bread smothered in garlic, cheese liberally sprinkled
salad of spinach, kale, arugula, topped with
cherry tomatoes, black olives, her own dressing
sworn to silence about the dressing ingredients
at dinner, she explains the eggs
they feed the chickens marigolds to add yellow
the creamy is obtained by correctly emulsifying
eggs, cheese
using some of the water used for the pasta
i have heard every word
never taking my eyes off of her
now you may ask, hasn't she said this before
i will tell you, i heard every word
this is the woman
to whom i was reading poetry
on a park bench, a ritual in our lives
where love walked us to the aisle
praying Cupid would grant my wishes
unleash a quiver of arrows
suddenly streets were amok
full of beggars upon horses
she reached over and closed the book
then said, shut up and kiss me
my patience is at wit's end
love is mysterious in its ways
it is inside humor we share
over a plate of spaghetti ala Carbonara
outside the world dances in its din
the furnaces of stars churn away
and not once have the marigolds
at this table produced nostalgia
for my yellow American cheese
i have heard her every word
it has kept me on my toes
that life never presents her
at wit's end
3/5/19 Kismet
Categories:
altho, destiny, devotion, endurance, husband,
Form:
Romanticism
God, who'z the head of my life,Keep me humble,
I remane silent, and never put up a fight...
learn from my mistakez and come correct,
feelings be tained myself i will respect..
As i enter this life battle, life goes on,
only its god who knows where im coming from.
Striped of all whats lefted
" I will not be stuck"
is the wisdom I kept....
Strugglez among my diffcult life,
I kept my head up and put up a fight,
altho i had some ruff timez,
i gave my life to god and never shall i let the devil inside my mind...
People changlled me, but i weaken them.
only to find out that their hate was deep within.
Categories:
altho, hope, inspirational, life, life,
Form:
ABC
Spring is not all about charming beauty.
Like all seasons, Spring has her many faults.
Spring Cleaning, once a chore and main duty,
Lies deeply hidden in my secret vault.
I might as well mention angry weather--
Gale Wind, along with partner, Blowing Dust.
Grit covers all, I would so much rather
hear lovely raindrops than a windy gust.
Cold lingers, at night I can feel its chill.
Altho sky is soft blue, trees remain bare.
We often need to don a warm coat...still,
there's a magic restlessness in the air.
Spring's preparing her grandest arrival
featuring buds of green--life's survival!
January 30, 2023
for Michelle Faulkner's "Spring is Not All" poetry contest
Categories:
altho, anger, magic, spring, storm,
Form:
Sonnet
Forecast aplenties with no degradations announced vertically, religiously or otherwise could have englanced my intuities to a mind over marketed by nomin al periods of intellectual cell growth, idea by idea. Brain overextended as to their poor prowess of non testicle religious sperm overture, unless un-diagnosed as to a pre disposed sexual prominant/pretense in and Behind the in scenes; as long as we don't get **** caught in the inbetweens of church and state, they said. I speak of Jack, my cousin, ever faithful Catholic boy/teen in Panama that sequestered himself in a tristful/trustful forced sex/ex ship behind the alter to reach a cathoflect pornpotential. It killed him in the end ever social sense of him being the closet in the stoic 60"s, no way out if not a pussy hound. I hate the dimensions that prolonged his misery, agony, secretivity in cruising for the other side of the present culture and final sex alcohol ***** death, despite his social yields. Ignorance, religious presecution, stupidity and all of the ever present yesterday/today standards that unequipp the where-with -alls of our mean right crusaders. God is good, as long as he believes in traditional marriage?One man, many women? The Bible begets you plenty as long as u were on the right page. Altho, I am a known given hetero, I am left alone despite my following/lawful/loving ways. Woman/Women? No need for them/their anything, anytime, anyhow manipulative, managing, meandering misgivings. Better off 13 years sex dead and gone prowess as 34 years taught me, stupid is as stupid does. Leave others as they seek/stain their human fortunes; the self is the course of all real isms we need to discover interno and to reinvent coexistinvest to my/mine self be half true?. Take time to think, tune in/turn on to yrself and device out, enliven you and all those close to u. Disregard all technology as a foe to personal growth, ongoing news personal intelligence. It won't be there for u. But can u draw from your own soul brain within a practiced junk juncture and fill the generation gap if all goes to Hell? Fix the Problem, not the Blame, mindhole.
Categories:
altho, allegory, appreciation, confidence, courage,
Form:
Free verse
On a summer's night, true beauty begins.
Stars light the way to wonders released.
In distance, one may hear violins...
Trees sigh whispers, altho notes are pieced
in night's enigmas, where senses teased.
Moon-made shadow enlivens, enchants.
Perfumed airs from sleepy blooms enhance.
Soft summer breeze sings to harmonize;
night creatures' voices echo soft chants.
Balmy night beneath star-shimmered skies.
November 14, 2022
For "Beauty of Night" poetry contest
by Sotto Poet
Dizain
Categories:
altho, beauty, fantasy, imagery, music,
Form:
Dizain