Best Bane Poems
In mournful shrouded clouds my darkest mood does dress
in desolated winter drear no spring can bless.
Your death did steal my breath and heartbeat like a thief,
I’m nothing but a dying tree without a leaf;
barren branches bland reaching skyward in drab brown -
doomful gloom, I ache and pray winds to take me down.
Susan Ashley
June 17, 2018
~ Sixth Place ~
Contest: May 2019 Premier 1 (14 Line Max)
Sponsor: Brian Strand
~ Fifth Place ~
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Sponsor: Maureen McGreavy
~ First Place ~
Contest: When Line Six Is A Perfect Fix
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~ Poem Of The Day ~
June 19, 2018
Jane was renown for her very short fuse
'Specially when she was sozzled with booze
She relished a barroom brawl
And took on any and all
With whomever she had divergent views
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Placed No. 5 in John Freeman's "Slapstick Limerick" Contest - March 2011
bedecked golden bride
golden goose for gruntled groom
golden noose or life
~25 Jun 2016~
A commentary on the odious practice of demanding dowry from the bride's side in an arranged marriage still prevalent, though outlawed by law, which is often the cause of great harassment leading to suicide, or even murder of brides. The present Law in India provides for immediate arrest of the groom and his immediate relatives on complaint from the bride. Any death of the girl within 7 years for any reason is considered a dowry death unless conclusively proved otherwise. Cultural and societal pressures (including extra-judicial "kangaroo courts" often prevent or hide dowry related incidents. It is either a life of servitude and submission or death in cases of Dowry Deaths.
The practice of Dowry is on the decline in present times, but indirect demands are often made.
In its whisperings and articulations
A searchlight into that hidden recess
The bane of acquisitions
Becomes the flight from humility
On which freedom rests
Shall we render benefaction of such
Crude and insidious notions.....
I have abandoned all my ships,
Just because I see stars.
That is when you caught my glimpse.
But I should recall
That since everything eventually dies,
Now, you are just a supernova's ashes.
(The strained stars
Are through the pain lane;
Slain in vain with seraphic darkness and darkened brightness...)
So, bring me the horizon,
Because I need new stardust
To soothe my astral scars
Of the dim nights
That your paroxysmal ashes burned...
Now, there is a voided starlight
Faded in myself.
So, I'll try to ask Alexandria
For the book of universal knowledge,
To see if the blackness could be subdued
From these arcane dimensions...
(Let lights feign,
Let stars rain,
Let starfall begin.
[Meteors clash within our abyss]...)
Alone again, I admit
That I am a star between darkness and light;
So are these chains
The starless bane of my life?
Regardless of answers,
I am left with blurred promises
From these stark and ambivalent catharses...
Samson was known for strength and flowing mane
He loved Delilah who became his bane
Through many a bedroom schmooze
She found the key to his ruse
She barbered him bald in a coup de main
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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I want fame and humility
I want war and I want peace
I want God and I want freedom
I want freedom and enslavment
I want to settle down, and keep moving
I sprint home and crawl to work
I'll eat my fill and then I'll starve
I will kill and I will resurrect
Give me extravagance and give me banality
entertain me and bore me
LOVE ME AND HATE ME
LOVE ME AND HATE ME
so I will show you my lithe desires, absurdly ensuring I will NEVER be at peace
open your mouth and laugh with me
laugh
An addiction it is!
An addiction to my being.
Like the daze of the drugs;
the ruthlessness of alcohol.
It has me confined! Traumatized!
I am a slave for its mesmerising solace,
Feared by the social life, Tremors of the society,
Where is my innocence, my joy of living?
I thirst for you,
I thirst for you,
Yet willingly I give unto you.
Until my soul is stolen, left behind an empty carcass.
Am I brave enough to give away?
No! Never! I’d say,
Until the break of the new dawn,
All shall stay the same,
And my choice still vain.
A jingle wrestling a tune
A tune
A tune
A wave just cracked
A wave just cracked
A whole book full of notes
A’ have! -How about that? Art imitates
And
And in my face
And in my face was this beautiful
And in my face was this beautiful painting cause
This beautiful painting made me realize
How important it was
And made me realize how important it was
And reminisces
Grey cloth official looking cost me $10.00
Now I'm sharing this with you
And she did say
And she did say 'you already
And still they look
And still they look for
And still they look for
Another cobbled verandah
Another limed Tokay
Art imitates life
Art imitates life
As I speak to you
As I speak to you
As we always have
As they speak
As they speak
was
was
Bane bough buff
"You're the Bane of my existence and the object of my desire", I could never tell you that, these words could describe what I feel for you but only incorrectly. You could never be the Bane of my existence, because I feel blessed to have known you, I feel honoured to have had the great joy of seeing you smile, you aren't the Bane but you are solely the cause of my existence, I would rather have my lips sewn shut for eternity than to think of you as a Bane or curse because you, my darling, are the what makes my existence exist, without you, love, I wouldn't be who I am my existence wouldn't be mine, I'd be a fraud, an imposter without having had the chance to have been changed for good by you, I wouldn't recognise who I se in the mirror, I wouldn't have known myself, id be a stranger to my eyes, if it wasn't for you. I'd still be living in darkness, convinced that the world is just fifty shades of black if you hadn't lit my world the moment you told me hi, if the darkness in my life hadn't swept away the second I have seen your eyes twinkle and your cheeks turn maroon ever so slightly when you smiled at me.
You, my love, aren't just an object that I desire, you are the answer to all my prayers, the one glimmer of light that I'd begged god for, you are my destiny and my fate, you are the missing piece that my soul has forever longed for and I'd be a fool to turn such a perfect and complex person like you into merely an object that I desire. But you aren't just an object,.you are so much more meaningful than that. And Yes, I desire you, it is true that you're all my desires combined, but I not only desire you I need you, I want you and I love you and those words don't nearly compare enough to what I feel for you, I feel oceans of love for you I'm not able to express even a drop worth and that I will forever regret.
Minus adverse side effects
courtesy Ropinirole HCL
couple nights I did try,
albeit yours truly wanted to die,
plus also yearned tubby
among grrrrrreat full dead, no lie,
yes absent asthenia, fatigue,
and/or malaise oh my
nausea, vomiting, somnolence, dizziness,
and asthenic condition,
I woefully did decry
unconsciously kicking,
thrashing, twitching, wife kvetching
downing aforementioned medication
found me awry
beseeching psalm body
e'en the Sultan of Brunei
or sovereign from Abu Dhabi
to administer euthanasia,
I would willingly rectify
to bid good riddance and goodbye
experiencing said unpleasant reactions
listed above, hence death wish
of mine to comply
expressed modus operandi doth underlie
trawling the net whereby, to crucify
rigging (leg giddy met) i.e. legitimate
gofundme site could justify
assisted suicide recycling, reimbursing
repurposing... biodegradable cross -
guaranteeing faithful ethics to fortify
upon me rising masses will deify
an imperfectly square profane guy
skeptic at heart, unsure soul will go skyhigh,
or descend into Dante's inferno,
hmm... methinks hot meal my
olfactory organ doth nasally espy
summat good cooking, therefore aye
got hearty appetite unbearable symptoms
amazingly relieved, that scare did mortify,
now get secular humanist off doggone †
lest he gets cross and promises to nullify
future aery missions...
sidelining death, viz abort... fail... retry
else fans ye will need to pacify,
and posthumous rock star status
martyr on your stained hands
leaving widow whose syrup prize
zing tears unceasingly cry
without spouse to henpeck,
she cannot deny
cuz, body (mine), saintly
nicked peep pulled, tattooed
with apostolic marks
sharp nib she did apply.
Beyond the hills, the storm,
oh, yellow queens they quake;
poor Autumn aspens feel
old weight of weakened leaves
the hostile winds will steal.
Beyond the hills the storm
it brews, like coffee black.
A bitter sky will fall
—dainty saintly sunlight
a martyr for the squall…
Beyond the hills the storm,
My dreams in strobe-light flash.
Engage in shadow dance
the clash of sane and bane;
a silk and burr romance.
Beyond the hills the storm—
yes banshee gonna wail!
The gray steel rain a strafe
a suitor six-shooter.
My tongue; a silent waif.
I can accomplish nothing,
I can be broken, shattered and torn.
I am only a human being.
I can achieve anything,
because of my heart, my mind and my soul.
I am a human being.
I may feel the warmth of love,
sure to suffer the cold of pain.
I will lose, but win again.
I will be beautiful by choice,
though only because I am me.
Others will become dark and evil,
tis the way of human beings.
Giver, taker, destroyer, rebuilder,
friendly, despondent, mean.
I can accomplish nothing and everything.
I am a human being.
Life could.
never be.
fleeting
with your.
strength.
by my side||
I love.
you.
like a.
flower.
loves
the.
sun||
Me moaning, misfortune you gave,
But think, what a big boon you gave.
On my forehead you wrote great ruin,
And feel, immense fortune you gave.
Melodious scores to all too soon,
To me, not but harsh tune you gave.
To all, silver of a full moon,
To me, nights of new moon you gave.
A caterpillar in cocoon,
T’me, no butterfly boon you gave.
Yet, made me from sorrows immune,
And a crown of sand dune you gave.
Dark nights made me a man of noon,
Thanks, sunlight of hot June you gave.
_________________________
Ghazal |08.11.2024| boon, fortune, butterfly, moon
Poet’s note: Ask anyone. No one would say he has been fortunate to get what he deserved. Man by nature grumbles, no matter what. This ghazal seems to play the same tune, but not quite. He still sees reasons enough to feel grateful.