Best Astoundingly Poems
'Twas an ominous moment when rode into town
To its marshal defy and outdraw and gun down
A notorious, murderous varmint named Slade
Who had widows and orphans throughout the west made.
The next morning, as destined, they met on the street
To for title of gunfighter finest compete.
Marshal Matson, with duty to outlaw arrest,
Versus Slade, risking life in the ultimate test.
At a distance the townspeople gathered to see
The historical challenge that thrilling should be.
Two tall figures unconquered and stoic and brave,
With the loser interred in a premature grave.
Foes whose shadowy faces beneath Stetson brim
Wore expressions determined, ferocious, and grim.
Hands were poised over holsters attached to their thighs,
Jaws were set, hands were steady, and angry were eyes.
Doomed to sprawl in the dust would be gunslinger slain,
While the victor would toasted and honored remain.
Marking one more rash braggart whose lifetime is done
Would be notch newly carved in his pearl-handled gun.
No one knows who drew first for the blur was too fast.
Barrels blazed in a loud, simultaneous blast.
Then a second and third and again and again
Until chambers were empty, but still stood two men.
Errant bullets great havoc had caused all around.
Precious water was gushing from tower through holes.
An unfortunate, low-flying buzzard was downed,
Signs were dangling from hinges, and riddled were poles.
From the crowd that was watching arose a great roar,
But of laughter, not cheering as always before.
The combatants, embarrassed and hanging their heads,
Scurried back to concealment in brothel room beds.
All night long drunken witnesses filled the saloons
To guffaw, raise a rumpus, and target spittoons.
While on opposite ends of the town slinked away
Into darkness two shadows disgraced on that day.
So astoundingly awful and wayward was aim
That the pair's reputations were never the same.
Butts of jokes the names Matson and Slade have since been.
Still remembered for showdown that neither could win.
Categories:
astoundingly, adventure, history, humor, parody,
Form:
Quatrain
Different flowers,
White, blue, pink and red.
They all receive rain showers
And grow astoundingly on flower bed
Charming rose buds
Coming from different bulbs.
Charming blossoms,
Hiding the bareness of the soil.
Competing with their beauty.
Carnations, sweet peas, lotuses,
Lilies, daffodils, poppies and
Daisies. Oh! what a sweet smell!
From the isle of sweet William.
Categories:
astoundingly, beauty, daffodils,
Form:
Although I am raising a tapir,
I don't know since when.
I don't know
where he came from or how I wound up in raising him;
I am raising him only because he is there by my side.
He is neither cute nor of amiable nature.
He doesn't sleep while I am sleeping and
feeds from the crumbs of my dreams that have fallen on the floor.
One day the tapir,
although fed by my dreams
he disappeared from my side.
My sleepless nights began from that day,
they really are an unbearable series of chaotic nights,
I was suffering from night after night of evil dreams.
Because of the countless wakeful nights,
I lost my sense to distinguish night from day; became
unable to tell myself as to real or unreal in the standing-still-time.
Wherefore I began to roam aimlessly
searching for myself just like a sleep-walker.
My ego, unknowingly, while I was lost from myself, left me
and stepped into a wasteland no one seems to have ever stepped in;
astoundingly, however, I found an abandoned gold mine
which swallowed heaps of gold diggers' dream, body
and soul standing before me open-mouthed.
Although a gallery was glowing with golden color
it was darker, deeper and damper then the grave.
And when I stepped in the gallery which seems
so feeble that it may collapse at any moment,
I saw my tapir gazing at me gloomy-eyed.
Whether he was sorry or delighted to see me again,
or maybe hated me for not coming earlier to find him;
I was glad, nonetheless, I saw myself reflecting in his pupils.
I felt I had unloaded all those heavy burdens I was carrying all along,
and because my mind became so at ease that I got into a deep sleep,
lay by his side and beat less my heart ceased.
Note: By old Chinese tale:: a tapir is said to eat man’s nightmares.
Categories:
astoundingly, poetry, , cute,
Form:
Free verse
I have breathed you in it seems a lifetime of times, correlated in seconds becoming rarer.
Each shorter than the last, each with more adoration as i exhale every molecule of trial and error.
My cup artlessly empty at the commencement of our eternal long embrace.
Filling gradually my cup of discovery, tracing the lines of wisdom leaving their trails on my face.
Fighting my knuckles to the bone, then wishing you would leave as the paint cracks on our master piece.
Dropping to my knees as the hallways loose their luminosity, becoming filled with cries as they echo for your kiss of peace.
Without delay you cup my face & replenish me with hope, love & serenity. A few of the beautiful un-held possessions you grant this fading vessel.
Perceptions changed, ties undone, silver linings captured by flashes of gratitude,then plunged into the weariness as i tire
showing the threshold in our trestle.
I have waged war upon war on you just to be met each time with another venture.
Relentlessly picking at the wounds attained along our way, whispering promise of astounding adventure.
Ungrateful! I am guilty! So many a times i have put to shame the vastness of your beauty.
Demeaningly i have shunned your guidance & care. Blind to your intention of growth. Forgetting you are loyal to the exemplification of duty.
Vicious to be benevolent. Timelessly this shall be your aspiration.
In your ways and in your time you pulled the wool from my eyes to see the suffering as my inspiration.
With each collision comes a valuable lesson. You taught me to embrace even the darkness a gift in itself through wisdom.
Appreciation, love & patience! You created every situation for me to hold in my hand the key to freedom.
Belated but felt i stand with new discoveries astoundingly compelled to give to you a tribute.
Perceiving your perseverance enduring. Sharing now the secrets i hold! The greatest thing i am able to contribute.
To my ever changing paramour i tip my hat! Owing to you my praise for revealing there can be no beauty without strife!
With refreshed vision radiating from my appreciations for my abecedary. Known by all. L.I.F.E!!!!
Categories:
astoundingly, beauty, grief, happiness, heart,
Form:
Rhyme
Wiggley jiggeldy
Beyonce Giselle
Belted the blues but
Got rich instead.
“Dreamgirls” was successful
Supra-astoundingly
Like her baby within
Surprise from bed.
Categories:
astoundingly, life, on work and
Form:
Double Dactyl
Alone at four this silence my amazing ally
The quiet is astoundingly amplified
One person always awakes adroitly
Once again annoys, but I aspire to align
One accolade accomplished; I didn't scream
I can only be accessible if
Alone again adjust my thoughts to God
Date: 04/08/2021
Categories:
astoundingly, faith,
Form:
Alliteration
Non descript hedge rows sculpted into ornamental animal
via botanical artist wielding pruning shears and chain saw
carved, limned and sculpted with wrist wrought voila uber
prestidigitatiously head turning botanical picturesque Sun
kist animals at an exhibition transformed miraculously via
Te Deum divine fist bumping, whence realistic fauna burst
alive with an explosion of colorful twist and shout of foliage,
where scalloped superfluous detritus manna for naturalist
deciduous detritus capacious carpet boar animation punk
chew waiting groundswell Liszt ghost would arise from the
grave to produce magnum opus without a beat missed such
shrubbery mimicking the likeness sans glistening fleshy sin
yew, and gist about ready to become bone a fide (green be
hind the ears) thriving vox populist, per species and genus
wrought thrashing into birth as delicate craftsman promised
to imbue life, liberty and pursuit of happiness whittling away
leavings, thus did exist the nascent then omnipresent visible
entity emerging from cocoon an herbalist metamorphosed
from the imagination of a skilled, practiced and mentalist
conniver viz extracting the initially obscure blessed beast,
where with august magic wielding tools of this specialty vis
a vis bringing breathing manifest destiny ala Pinocchio (trans
formed from wood to flesh), whereby finest dexterous
chiseling blistering hands baffle onlookers as coterie of
topiary harvest breaths mind bogglingly astoundingly
authentic rooted ready to frolic in the grass menagerie
a gamesome group of linkedin live progeny, the Michel
Angelo of dirtiest canvass, an earthen tabula rasa of sorts
where application threshing re: electric cool laid ahs hid
test brings out chlorophyll doppelganger green hued key luster.
Categories:
astoundingly, appreciation, art, beauty, creation,
Form:
Pure Magic
Rain laden storm clouds nurture mangroves
Inside man or beast live symbiotic microbes
Deceptions entraps the devout and fanatical
Believers defy agnostics depose the rational
Invisible waves illuminate dark cosmic space
Migrating essences and agelessness embrace
Life harboring galaxies astoundingly hypnotic
The universe is a manifestation of pure magic
Penned: 11/11/13
3:43 a.m.
Aboard cruise ship: Splendour Of the Seas
Categories:
astoundingly, universe, uplifting,
Form:
Rhyme
A liberal mind for love
seeks Earth's nurturing nest origins
astoundingly opportune for producing healthy ego-nutritional eggs.
A conservative risk taker,
faced with ego's opportunity
to fly away from mortal risk
to autonomous long-term, or at least short-term, self survival
or fight to WinEgo/LoseEco-Other pyric victory,
thereby sees ego's Win/Win in-between opportunity
to produce future cooperative eco-eggs
of self/other-perpetuating identity,
A narrower, conserving, view
of Earth's universal health opportunities
and a widening interdependent liberal love potential.
We might become both
ego and eco healthier,
more left non-insula nature embodied
and right amygdala co-passionate spirit soaring
to imagine
and support both physical/metaphysical views,
held most lovingly together
as WinWin eco/ego-centering integrity,
symbiotic nonfight/nonflight opportunity
for cooperatively mentored solidarity
in health/wealth mutual service
Negotiations BiLateral
and/or internally BiCameral;
Conscious
and/or UnConscious;
ReConscious memory
and/or PreConscious imagination.
Categories:
astoundingly, anger, fear, health, integrity,
Form:
Political Verse
Its a strange habit
To the muse of my delusions, I set traps for myself
Walk straight without any intention of looking back
I envision a dream and emulate the living presence which entices me
With words, with slurs, I appreciate and deliver my division again and again
And you’re convinced that there is a part of me missing from the frame
But this painter has yet another idea of a living safe
I will tell you what it means to become engulfed in risk and loose face
It's a simple thing when it's broken down
We’re all thoughts tripping the gates here as flesh on the ground
So what I do is
Leave a note on speed dial, repeat wild
Center my focus and release hold control of my emotions
I’m in need of a spoken bunch
To feed me off a lunch, with the simple hunch
That I’m a brushstroke in someone else’s mirror reflection, deception
It’s all there
Just like you, to understand myself I must walk through the shadow of death
And realize that there’s nothing left,
That can’t get me...
I’m a slave to an ocean rollercoaster role model
Who shows that with every whiff of the salty air the most prevalent presence is the one that’s not theirs
My surrounding perspectives, astoundingly pensive,
Nonetheless regrettably neglictant of my tidal introspective
Which is written in the fabric of the walls within which I reside
I, a walking-talk feel most alive
In the doubt which claims to be my mind
A few pencil marks, a couple dropping clocks
and a bookshelf that persists in its resistance-
Picking the phone off the wall,
Calling it off, calling the cops, because it just can't understand what it watches
And as dust trails after the pages which are caught in free-fall
in the air of this room,
Sum-one always seas the mUSic flood through
Categories:
astoundingly, parody, me, perspective,
Form:
Free verse
A TELEPHONIC TONIC
I can’t believe she remained on the telephone~
For years she’d been telling me to leave her alone~
But my heart did the dialing while I could hardly speak~
Words etched from her beauty for a lady so sleek~
Willowy was she as we picnicked under a tree~
But that was log ago when she still wanted me
Then came the day the picnic was permanently over
And I still recall how astoundingly pretty she looked naked midst clover
But for every acre of clover there are sure to be weeds
And I had various and sundry needs
These were things she could never provide
And to keep her for three years this man perpetually lied
I lied about where I had been and done
Until I became a handsome the lady should shun
And shun me she did with stealth and desire
While midst that clover now my soul is still afire
The lady had it all and decided to share that with me
Her body glowed so brightly I nearly couldn’t see
But damnably she discovered that I possessed no real charm
As her disdain and disappointment grew with each shot in my arm
But a junkie has to do that which a junkie must do
As both my love for her and Lady Heroin grew
But after years of getting clean in spirit, body and bone
I still can’t understand why she remained on the phone
© 2011.….PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Categories:
astoundingly, angst, body, me,
Form:
Canzone
A Greek sister, from my past,contacted me.
It was as if she were here,not across the sea!
What a difference an email astoundingly can make.
In a world of indifference, here came love not hate,
Touch the many souls as you do really care for.
On each holiday,a remembrance, forever more!
4/9/2023
Categories:
astoundingly, care, emotions, happiness,
Form:
Couplet
He looked at her like a blind man seeing the sun for the first time and instinctively he knew that he loved her far more than anything else on this earth and far beyond anything in the sky. He never knew that beauty captivated the body in order to obtain permission to flicker its light unto the soul. He said unto himself: "When the feeling for beauty happens to be associated with the sight of some human being, the transference of love is made possible" and he smiled.
"It is all the beauty of the world" he exclaimed, "it is universal beauty, for which we all long". As he glanced at her ever long and bade her a smile like no other, she took his hand and filled the spaces between her fingers with his, and they both smiled when she realised that their hands were perfectly matched and divinely foretold in the stars. At that moment he knew that the heart and the seed remind us that the art of falling leads to something astoundingly beautiful. To love for the sake of being loved is rather human, but to love for the sake of loving is something altogether rapturous.
He peered within this new sunset and he comprehended all the secrets of the universe in his new found love. He realised that romance is a thing of beauty and she is love's perfect accompaniment. He no longer needed to call unto the heavens for love when he realised that her heart shared precious parallels with the shimmer; mother nature’s dance with the stream.
He looked into her eyes and saw all the universe's dreams sweetly glistening back at him and he said unto her: "As men, we are told that to make women fall in love with us we must make them laugh, but every time you laugh I fall in love with you all over again"
Categories:
astoundingly, beautiful, first love, love,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Couples.
The couple who sometimes clean my house came today,
she has a new boyfriend now a nice looking man who work
hard and obey her. I don´t know what happened to her first
boyfriend he suddenly disappeared, rumours has it he was
a bit violent, and my cleaner is not a woman who tolerates
who tolerates that; I think she killed him if found out I will be
a character witness in her defence. “My lord, this woman is
harmless and have firm buttocks under her cleaning outfit.”
It is astoundingly how little we know of people we meet on
our daily life. I met a woman who had been married six times
this was too much baggage for me to shoulder so I left.
George Simenon married his housekeeper who had worked for
him through his many marriages, knowing and just waiting,
and she, a modest femme de ménage, ended up with the loot.
Categories:
astoundingly, humor,
Form:
Sonnet
Beautiful, Beautiful is She.
Never has there been such A Destructive power;
be so astoundingly Beautiful.
With Death; There is Rebirth;
With Destrustion; Come's Life
Star Dust to Star Dust are we;
Slowly spiraling towards Creation
Star Dust to Star Dust, So Shall we Become.
Categories:
astoundingly, caregiving, devotion, love, science,
Form:
Classicism