Best Bac Poems
Finding Abigail
“Abigail! ~Abigail!...where are you, my love?
I can’t see you, nor smell you, let alone touch you…”
A nebulous cloud encroaches the corridors of mind,
Where a fallacious hope seeks its refuge in silence.
“Abigail! Is that you? I thought I heard someone talking…”
Disembodied voices revel throughout the empty voids,
Existence in the grand abyss impenetrable from both sides.
“Abigail, I know you care about me…I can’t see you,
but I hear you…I remember the time we met my sweet,
the sky and air stood still until we embraced…
then came the fireworks…we must still be there, for all I see
is smoke my dearest…Abigail! come back my love,
I’ve lost you in the smog!”
Illusions begging resolutions, the marginal mind wanders,
Taking with it memories of what used to be,
but now has been abandoned.
“Abigail my love…I’m afraid…can you hold my hand my sweet?
this is no good, I can’t reach you…where are you…Abigail!?”
The subject is going into Cardiac arrest… convulsions are increasing!...
We are losing him! Quickly flush with at least 20ml of 0.9% sodium chloride…
“Abigail my dearest…I can see you…so beautiful you are…come to me
My love…come closer...let us start anew.”
Nurse, prepare him for surgery…there is a good chance we may save him…”yes Doctor.”
“Abigail! Abigail! ...I’m losing you, my love…come back, come bac, com…”
He’ll be OK now…we saved him, but sadly he will still be enslaved by love…
Oct.04.2018
Brainstorm Poetry
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Placed 2'nd [1'st of 8]
Categories:
bac, devotion, heartbroken, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
La vie en rose - Seeing life through rose colored glasses
La-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la
—My Cherie Amour, refrain, sung by Stevie Wonder
A song in my heart; we’ve all been blind to love,
until it appears. Love at first sight, sound, touch, scent
or taste. The masquerade is over; a song in my heart.
—quote by poet
My Cherie Amour
Smooth la-la’s embrace a mysterious love,
One that must find its way in the dark café
Or in a silver cloud, or crowded rue de Bac.
The heart beats for that perfect stranger
Scented with Estée Lauder’s Azurée
Or a Parisian accent - sexy and decadent.
The wonder of a smile, appealing to her,
His eyes hidden behind shades; blinded
By an elusive love, a petite cherie amour.
Intangible, unattainable, a Summer flower,
The warmth of a bodice, yet seen. Galaxy,
his, but so far out of his range, silky cream.
Smooth la-la’s embrace a mysterious love.
Stevie croons ‘he’s confident,’ blinders off.
Someday wishes will emerge, ‘la vie en rose.’
Categories:
bac, love, mystery, senses,
Form:
Free verse
Hot jasmine tea
My grandmother liked to drink
Everyday at 10
While tending to ancient herbs and oriental spices
Before Day’s of our Lives
She never understood it but she liked it anyway
And after her afternoon nap
She always had an aroma like that unforgettable liquid
In the green bottle by her bed
While the rice cooks
Steaming white fluff
That chokes your throat when you swallow too fast
Floating along the rice there’s green things
I learned not to ask
You must clean your bowl
She said
Otherwise you’ll end up too skinny and get sick
When the sun hits your head
Eggrolls, plump and short
Loved to waddle around in fish sauce before it jumps into mouths
Just like the chickens with the head cut off that Bac Phoung
Plucked the feathers off accompanying that sticky sweet smell of death
Like sweet cake and dumplings
Stolen from the wrapper
Left on the table that grandpa forgot to put away
Cousins come and go
Hugs and kisses, fights and shows
From 36 of us
We hold games and play with the hammock
Disciplined with chopsticks
We knew better then play Street Fighter all day
Though it’s happened once or twice
New Years is the best however
A dollar from each aunt or uncle
Lasts only but a day
Until the icecream man comes and we spend
Each and every dime
On Bullets, Tweety Shaped Popsicles and Lucas
Ninja turtles and Daffy Duck with bubblegum eyes
Categories:
bac, caregiving, family, nostalgia, sweet,
Form:
Free verse
Retched scent en fuego
Wet bac-te-ria infested
Flatus monkey poop
Categories:
bac, funny,
Form:
Haiku
Early days as a flaneur;
I recall the couple
On the Metro
When I was still innocent
Of its labyrinthine complexities;
Slim pretty white girl,
Clad head to toe
In new blue denim,
Wistfully smiling
While her muscular black beau
Stared straight through me
With fathomless, fulgorous orbs;
And one of them spoke
(Almost in a whisper):
"Qu'est-ce que t'en pense?"
Then it dawned on me...
The slender young Parisienne
With the distant desirous eyes
Was no less male than I.
Being screamed at in Pigalle,
And then howled at again
By some kind of wild-eyed
Drifter who told me to go
To the Bois de Boulogne to seek
What he clearly saw as my destiny;
Getting soused in Les Halles
With Sara
Who'd just seen Dillon as
Rusty James,
And was walking around in a daze;
Sara again with Jade
At the Caveau de la Huchette.
Cash squandered
On a cheap gold-plated toothbrush,
Portrait sketched at the Place du Tertre,
Paperback books
By Symbolist poets,
Second hand volumes
By Trakl and Deleve,
And a leather jacket from
The flea market
At the Porte de Clignancourt.
Metro taken to Montparnasse,
Where I slowly sipped
A demi blonde
In one of those brasseries
(Perhaps)
Immortalised by Brassai;
Bewhiskered old man
In a naval officer's cap,
His table bestrewn
With empty wine bottles
And cigarette butts,
Repeatedly screeched the name
"Phillippe!" until a bartender
With patent leather hair,
Filled his wineglass to the brim,
With a mock-obsequious:
"Voila, mon Captaine!"
I cut into the Rue du Bac,
Traversed the Pont Royal,
Briefly beheld
Saint-Germain-l'Auxerrois,
With its gothic tower,
Constructed only latterly,
In order that
The 6th Century church
Might complement
The style of the remainder
Of the 1er Arrondissement,
Before steering for the
Place du Chatelet,
And onwards...Les Halles!
Categories:
bac, friend, loneliness, pain, paris,
Form:
Prose Poetry
AMPHETAMINE
I feel the beating of my heart
and I wake up with a start
not worrying or hurrying
just use the speed that I impart
to transmit, relay or convey
the glory of a brand new day
as the power of a drug
might aid me while I rev my brain
no ambling like a common slug
I break fast… now my coffee’s gone
with my toast to egg on bac on
then rush outdoors to greet the dawn
I’m flushed with energy and brawn
I sit to put my Nikes on
a moon walk from my quaint abode
to jog on to the open road
I know I can no longer wean
on what is called Amphetamine
Your Amphetamine Poetry Contet
Sponsored by Anthony Slausen
April 7, 2019
Categories:
bac, drug,
Form:
Rhyme
view incredible
owl swoops mouse - concrete stands still
rats...inedible
I considered naming this haiku 'An Owls View of the White Dove of the Desert.'
Mission San Xavier Del Bac, in Tucson, AZ aka 'The White Dove of the Desert', a Catholic Church, depicts in its facade, a cat and a mouse on its left and right sides. Legend has it that the world's end will occur when the cat catches the mouse, though nobody knows how this legend came to be, they are intricately displayed on the front of the beautiful old mission.
The White Dove of the Desert on the outskirts of Tucson is well worth a view, but owls beware; those mice are for the cat's catch.....
Categories:
bac, western, write,
Form:
Haiku
The warm wind of your breath
swarms the top of my head
My hair wrapped in your
fingertips, grasping softly
The smell of your welcoming envy
My knees are going weak
to the sound of your chest
The sun is shining down upon us
If we could only hold onto
this moment forever...
Butterflies are forming
My skin is cold and rising
A paradise island with the
warm sun so inviting to
the comfort of your own home
The truth tastes so good
Your lips melting in my mouth
Thinking in my mind...
Persuasive words
A voice that trembles
in the back of my mind
Holding onto the railing
Jumping from the bridge
A cool current of silk covering my body
My eyes stinging, full of wet
The shore, warm to my feet
A cool breeze trailing through me
A piece of paradise...
And could you believe,
this is how you make me feel?
Written August 26, 2008
Categories:
bac, lovesun,
Form:
Lyric
SMOKIN B'S. MY MIND I CEASE. MY WORRIES FAID BE-CUZ THE TREE'S. TAKE ME AWAY
EVEN FOR A MIN. PLEASE. I TAKE n THE SMOKE N. FOR THIS TIME I'M HAVIN FUN. BUT
WHEN I COME BAC DOWN IT WILL ALL B DONE. THEN I SEE THE SUN. IT BRIGHTEN'S MY
DAY. TAKE AWAY THE PAIN GOD I PRAY. WISH SHE COULD OF STAYED. AFTER THAT N MY
BED I LAYED. PRAY'ED N PRAY'ED N PRAY'ED. MY IS STAINED. THIS ISN'T HOW IT
SHOULD B. SHE NEED 2 B W ME. I TRY TO HIDE THE PAIN. BUT MY EYE'S N SEEMS TO
RAIN. ON MY HEARTS UH STAIN. IT DESTORTED MY BRAIN. I DONT NEED IT TO GET THRU.
BUT WUT ELSE CAN I DO. THEM TREE'S EASE MY MIND ITS MY ONLY WAY THRU. BUT JUST 4
THIS TIME. I DAY I'LL BE FINE!
Categories:
bac, art
Form:
5 droppin
6 poppin
thats what we use to scream
hood til we die
but dying was only a dream
then one day a phone call brought that dream to reality
2 shots to the chest
made me realize there is no immorality
cause a week later i was laying your flag to rest
me the crew was planning on how to retaliate
make a slob c they color splatted on walls
but then another gangsta was gone quicker than a earthquake
a true blue once again took a fall
cuz it wasnt suppose to go down like this
me you against the world
dang if i could only wish
wish you bac ill take your place instead
without you there's no me
id might as well be dead
lost two cousins all over a color
blue dont seem so true no more
so for me this gang bangin is over
Categories:
bac, death, family, life, me,
Form:
Who says that birds of different feathers can't live together?
God created different feathers for man to admire and understand that,
Similar feathers live in similar habitats,
They feed, fly and passionately protect each other.
Boulders from high, dry territories break down with time,
Roll downhill to reach distant resting places,
The gushing, foaming brooks and rivulets carry them along,
Sometimes pushing them, and sometimes letting them be when they are tired.
In this sojourn they smoothen their rough, crude exteriors,
To ready them before they reach the destination of their choice.
Their inviting looks in the doorways of the shallow babbling waters now,
Attracts the breeds of Michael Angelo's with their searching eyes.
They embroider red-green birds of space on soft angular stones,
The blue and lilac bewildered, round-eyed owlets perch quietly alongwith,
The crimson, yellow coloured netty-winged butterflies of the earth on oval seats,
While the rounded stones are like sequined multi-coloured catalysts under the sea.
Earth, space and water are united by the souls of these creative artistes.
With deft fingers and palette rainbow paints in their studios,
Nature is re-created on mandalas in all its delightful magnificence,
Which God Himself was not empowered with.
January 19, 2016
Contest:Theme#7 Colours
Sponsor: Skat A
Reference to artists like Sehnaz Bac who paint beautiful mandalas.
Categories:
bac, beauty, bird, color, god,
Form:
Free verse
Kee n Mark.
where do we start.
bac when GRAM puched us n that cart.
Mark & Me.
how happy we b.
settin drinkin feelin free.
he's my best friend he does agree.
my cousin & Gramp u c.
Gramp smoke's TREE.
we been drivin cause the weather's feein fine.
us FRYE's we just shine.
Big burtha n fatty that's who we are.
will tonight go far.
when it get's dark i'll Find me a star.
MAKE a WISH whatever u want.
BE yourself put up NO front.
smoke a blunt.
we always stunt.
watchin espn.
the life's thats been.
on my face is a grin.
even tho i sin.
Mr. frye.
i look hoim n his eye.
4 a second a tear i cry.
ask me y.
cause when i look at him i see me.
KEELEY.
everything's the same u c.
It's not me IT'S WE.
Categories:
bac, me, me, cousin,
Form:
Lay
Today i escaped , i decided to climb up to heavens gates, i didnt get far just enough to see how beautiful, my settled adventured lifewill one day ruinite with my long lost other half that i was missing all along inside of my soul.
Well missed long ;enough family we always promised we would soon see each other' face , well today hanging on his rope that fell from heaven's clouds.
My head is into the swirly sky , just enough to see what heaven is made of.
Loving somebdy is all about the warm gestures, friendly laughter's i keep pescious to my heart. For ow think is time for meto climb bac down , even thought it is not fair i guess, for me to have peak o what holds the key to my breathless soul.
I tried to keep it solid like fine gold, down here on the grassy dirt seems as if most people judge , as they somehow know i am diffrent they envey, that up. i always rembered today its gonna be ok dont worry them creaturs will soon , sew what they reep.
it will show the the reality of messsig with gods natural reality , they all will croak , as you know noone i know will help the evil we just want it to all dissapear for another how many years until someone else fiqures the earths atmosphire out . im guessing.
Remember, our Fathers precious words , humble the deeply, ts okay, bow your head to pray , close our sweet eyes never surrender, soon enough all the pain will go away, just always remember, you have a special sealed place up on one of those beautiful tall golden chair as u sit there god shall, hv mercy on u all, as he teaches us the right way to heal from hell's devilish ways we was once raised on that brainwashed place he created as earth. you all will learn from our mistakes.
Categories:
bac, adventure, allusion, angel, art,
Form:
Light Verse
Who can love me like you
Sin after sin and your bac i havent seen yet
No one is as forgivin as you
No on listens and understands like you do
When times get rough i know i can always count on you
Thru my down fall you pic me up
Yea i found a true friend in you
Sometimes my soul may fall out of touch but you mend my soul
Another reason for lovin you
No matter what i can always turn to you
You are my sun when my clouds are blue
Even on the brighted days you make them brighter then the suns rays
You are my band-aid when i have a sore
I have faith in you
Trust in you
With out you my road is sure to close
I share the friendship we have wit so many more
But still at the end i always win havin the top score
I praise you not only because your giving and wiling
But you show me the right way and open my eyes to better ways and new
beginings
I praise you because my heart says so
Sometimes i may lose all sight when it come to you
I may stray away from my faith within you
But i will always love you
For you are my father and i put no one or thing before you
GOD take this as a word of faith, praise, and love
Take this as askin you to help me thru life when the devils pullin me from your
holy club
Take this as me praise'n you for who you are
And what you have help me become so far
Tears fall for you
Young but in touch i will always have time for you
3 to 5 times i take out time to talk to you
Morning, meal time, and night time pluse my personal time too
Tellin you i love you or tellin you how my day is goin because of you
But in the end i still come to realize you are my true best friend
Yes i found that in you
Hope'n that who ever reads this will find you in them too
Now that ive said my words to you there nothin else to do but say Aman for my
little talk wit youOW
Categories:
bac, faith, friendship, inspirational, life,
Form:
Why you have to go
I don't want you to go
I understand why you have to go
When it's all over will you come bac to me
I love you so much and I hope you love me too
We can be as one and we can be good together
I want to give my heart to you if u let me
My heart is all for you if you want it
I ride or die for you and I think you can see that
I love when I'm around you
You ligth up my day and you are my star at nigth
I need a man like you in my life
Your the one I dream about at nigth
That's how much I love you and not going to stop loveing you
I feel so happy when I'm with you
I want to take you away from all the bad thing you seen
Give it all to me Brandon and don't run from me baby
This is for the man I love Brandon
Categories:
bac, loveme, heart, heart, love,
Form:
ABC