Best Austerely Poems
Death never favours
Death does not discriminate between
Saints and sinners
losers and winners
Princes and paupers
followers or leaders
Dependents or
breadwinners
The fatter or thinner
Those who over ate of life's banquet
and those who austerely skipped its dinner.
Or the healed and the healers
the kinder or the meaner
The angels of death almost acting
as finders keepers
Today to lie in shrouds and coffins
yesterday's pall bearers
But many sigh with relief
when it kills the killers
It's upto us to part from the world
as loved good doers
Ah death may just knock
at anybody's lock.
Death is indiscriminate
yet curse it not
for it's a mere transition
to another new more perfect world
We didn't enjoy
coming into this world either
judging from all that bawling we did as newborns
When we're born we cry
but our folks happily rejoice
but we don't when we die
when our folks weep in mourning voice.
As human bones upon death gather dust
and are merged and lost in the earth's crust
The souls fly to heaven coz they must.
Yesterday, playful children engaged with the outside
Endlessly enjoying their midsummer day's ride
Today, another car collision, stuck in traffic
Overwhelm by the society’s demographics
Tomorrow, weary and mangled from overworking
Needing assistance my aching legs have stopped working
Yesterday, lighthearted without any prejudices
The video game remained my only nemesis
Today, austerely fighting to pay all the mortgage bills
Pyrrhic weight, the body’s mobilizing nonerrant hills
Things were better yesterday
The tears were shallow. All the pains went away
Yesterday, jolly old Saint Nicholas was bona fide
Grandma and grandpa embraced hands actively alive
Today, a career, car, and house, thought I had it made
Mother and father are descending into their grave
Tomorrow, my tears will all disappear and turn to dust
I’ll be receiving one final trip into the earth’s crust
The past, things were better, dreams subsisted boundlessly
My tears were shallow. All my pains went away
My friends were present to wish me a happy birthday
All alone everything shall decay. All alone everything fades away
Things were better
Updated - 5/14/2019
*Nonerrant- deviating from the regular or proper course; erring; straying
26/2/2012
By Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian)
Contest: treasure trove
Austerely laid my eyes firmly on my garden far side
Tattered page piles, from my attic treasure trove, littered outside.
I picked up a dog eared page of the days of sitting together,
In this garden, cuddling and smooching in cold weather.
On such a glorious winter day, I scribbled on this page love notes,
A long time ago, by the way, in double quotes
Nostalgic now the dismal, Melancholy tenors that fill in,
Memories of “au revoir”, replete my poignant heart to its brim.
A wind now blows this dog eared page & it flies by the old gum tree
Dully chase it with some rage &as I see the page, begin to read all about me……………..
For the last two lines, the paper is vacant void & bare,
Heart’s healed wounds to open with quinine drenched text I would not dare.
“Life” I scolded, the other day
For
Her insistence on repeating the same lessons
Innumerable times.
“If you had learned the first time around, no
need would have been there for me to go over
them again!” She, austerely, replied.
© Demetrios Trifiatis
18 July 2015
Auspicious August was a king of old,
who used aspersion as if it were gold.
Baron Aseptic, he declared: filthy,
and his best virtue, his asperity.
The Baroness called the king audacious,
her husband was very assiduous.
“He austerely cleansed all crime from his land,
King August could not claim something so grand.”
Though true, most ascribe her words to her end.
August assailed the Baron to defend
Pride and Respect. The Baron was astute,
killed his wife to appease the royal brute.
His atonement acceptable, the king
made him Groom in the princess’s wedding.
On Valentine's day
A grieving heart Cupid approached and thus
It spoke:
"Come, oh Cupid,
You winged child of Venus and Mercury,
come
and tell me, once more,
why
should I, willingly, offer myself as a target again
for
your sharp arrows of love to practice on?"
"Have you forgotten the times your sweet arrows have
failed to keep their promises of bliss
but
instead have brought me lots of excruciating pain?"
Surprised Cupid,
Looked at the complaining heart and austerely thus
Replied:
" Oh, you foolish heart
First, you ought to know
that
the target my arrows never miss
and
if sometimes seems that they do so
please don't assume that it is my mistake
for
I always aim at the target you, yourself, so
enthusiastically to me present each time
declaring
your every infatuation
as
your eternal love to be
however,
if you had avoided this tactic and
more cautious you were
I assure you
that
alien grief to you would have forever
remained!"
© Demetrios Trifiatis
14 February 2019
* For each one of us, our Lord has chosen someone special,
so happy us to make. Happy Valentine!
Absolutely surrendering to the amusements of fate
Benign benevolent sentiments within bring bodacious bait
Abiding austerely into the ageless absurd fits and starts
Never negotiating with nature's nebulous nuptial new arts
Divine decorum dazzling dawn is what the environs drive at
Obscure oasis of the omnipotent ominously pat
Nefarious, nauseous nostalgic nemesis kneels as a gnat
25 February 2023
As time is waning, will you be paying attention?
Procrastination, what ifs, and what you could have been?
Therefore, is your life in order? Are the bills paid for?
Beyond life’s shore, will a child be kick out the front door?
Most Americans live on a weekly salary
What? A peasant, a home vacant, living austerely
If rich, the absent may lead to courts and agony
The end draws near, the goodbyes, the tears fall in all eyes
As your breath grows cold and hearing the family's cries
The spirit takes form as the body is left behind
Every mortal experience is clear and outlined
All words, actions, thoughts, and deeds are put on the big screen
Pleasant dreams and remember to enjoy Halloween
Halloween Scare - Poetry Contest
10/20/2017 Updated 5/14/2019
By beckon of midnight the stars fuse
Along the subtle twilight moon
A sharp, yet quite an adept muse
Struck while atop I sat a dune
Adrenaline scours my veins
A flux unlike any before
Soft as the nature of cinquains
Paradise forevermore
Prosperity oozes in masses
Euphoria profuse I sought
Despair swift she collapses
Austerely wounded left distraught
Passion, passion
Kiss every edge never been touched
Abstraction, abstraction
Swamp me within incessant lust
I'm going toward the frightful unknown
carrying the flaming torch of hope,
it's a challenge never taken before:
I've made a new promise often broken!
Where can a disheartened person find courage...
when, in this age, most portray the wrong image?
Many have reached their goal through ugly deceit,
but the honest one struggles to put up the fight!
I encourage you to go forward the frightful unknown
with the enthusiasm of a Marco Polo or Paul Revere:
grabbing the bull by the horns and austerely persevere
in a quest reminiscent of their ideals for the grit shown!
To have a conscience is a choice to do right,
to gather the big harvest without any merit
or sweat is mocking the hard-working people
who plow the field and put food on your table!
I'm dauntlessly going toward the frightful unknown...
proclaiming a humble glory to be revealed by enduring time,
not all wishing it would succeed and earn a king's crown;
any loss wouldn't be a defeat, any conquest would be divine!