Best Barged Poems
Who am I not to excuse and forgive
when the Solo God, His mercy would give.
Rage inside, I plead to God to erase
though much of pain has on the face left trace.
All the seasons barged into Springtime
and the Rose has to keep her scent sublime.
The birds would chirp and hail a rising dawn
as night would echo the woes of a swan.
Mind and heart are forever friends and foes
heart sins and mind reasons, one to dispose !
Sweet bitter life! blest to taste and survive
The Mighty, Beauty from Him we derive.
Categories:
barged, anger, beauty, blessing, feelings,
Form:
Couplet
Winter’s cold chill cuts through my chin.
Within its bleak and brazen embrace,
My brisk days are turned brief and barren.
They are lengthened into sordid sepulchral insomniac nights.
I slither and slip and am hurled into hibernation.
Once I stood with you immune to wanton winter’s wild whiplash.
You wrapped me warm from the wrath of winter’s whirlwind.
Our life moved in homogeneous harmony.
With one glaring glance from you, my heart hummed halcyon tunes.
I danced blissfully in tandem to your sweet soulful songs.
Your luminous, lambent light shone brightly,
Blazing the dark and desolate caves and crevices within me.
Now I stand and stay rooted like the trunk of a leafless tree,
Giving no shelter or shade to anyone.
With despondent dread and disappointment,
I watch the sap and serum in me going dry,
And the feathers on my wings wilt and wither like dead leaves.
With the flaming fire put out, winter has brashly barged into my life.
My lips once so eloquent now have fallen still and silent.
All the words I have carefully gleaned and garnered,
Have slipped and slid into a bottomless abyss, never to be heard again.
My lulling lyrics are replaced with the reverberating refrains of a lament.
An icy crystallization is speedily spreading,
Through my sentient soul like an ache, I have never known.
Grey cumulus clouds of pain have rolled into steal,
All light, luster and luminosity from my bright sky.
Now my world has cracked and crumbled into a bleak void of grey.
I twitch and tremble in cold as you have withdrawn your warmth.
A late realization has now daringly dawned outside my door.
I am not to perish and putrefy in this cold,
But be dauntless and dashing to fight, thaw and tread my way,
Battle the intense cold in flaming, flaring fires.
After every frosty and freezing winter, other seasons will arrive .
Summer is an inviolable and unassailable power within,
And in its warmth I can vanquish the chilling cold.
I shall wake up with a syrupy sweet song in my lips
And find myself in the luminous light of a dawning day!
Categories:
barged, depression, fate, hope, love,
Form:
Alliteration
I was born a girl
whose parent’s died.
Then given to others
whose social status was high.
Papa, the king, but died in war.
Mama, the queen, who didn’t marry more.
An eternal scowl upon her face
as she kept her daily pace.
Hair pinned high upon her head.
“Do this!” “Do that!” She constantly said
and when I’d do one thing wrong
she’d scold me, yelling “Cinderella!”, for hours long.
And once she was done with what she said
I’d get back to work again.
But one day I got fed up.
Ran up my tower and closed the door up.
My window, the only way out
but Mama barged in, stopping in mid-shout.
But I just turned back and smiled
and then I fell a thousand miles.
And I lay among the trees
my spirit, at last, forever free.
Categories:
barged, fantasy, freedom, suicide, symbolism,
Form:
Free verse
She was only five and this is what
happened when she was alive
Ser dad was a drunk her mom was an addict
They always kept her locked up in the attic
Her only friend was a toy bear
and it was old and worn with patches of hair
She always talked to it when nobody was around
she layed there and hugged it with not a peep of sound
Until her parents unlocked the door
some more pain she'll have to endore
Bruise on her leg scare on her face
why would she have to be in such a horrible place
She grabs her bear and softly cries
she loves her parents but they want her to die
She sits in the corner quiet but thinking
god why is my life always sinking
Such a bad life for a sad little kid
she got beaten and beaten for anything she did
And then one night her mom came home high
and she got beaten as the hours went by
Then her mom suddenly grabbed for a blade
it was sharp and pointy the one that she made
She thrusted the blade right in her chest
you deserve to die you worthless little pest
The mom walked out leaving the girl slowly dieing
she grabbed hey bear and again started crying
The police showed up at the small little house
and quickly barged in everything quiet as a mouse
One officer slowly opened a door
to find the little girl lieing on the floor
It must have been hard to go thourgh so much harm
but at least she died with her best friend in her arms
A child dies every day from child abuse and if you have an ounce of pity in your
heart for little auorura and you hate child abuse do something about it and let
them know that someone cares about them
Categories:
barged, sad, child, mom, parents,
Form:
Rhyme
you were sexually charged
through all the parties you barged
ready to motor with the crowd
proud, looking for the well endowed
still you danced with all the boys
blended into the background noise
a cougar in the skin and bones of a young girl
well preserved, vanilla with a cherry swirl
they never heard your roar
little men never do anymore
you hid under the vapour of your vodka
you hid in the guise of your drama
grabbed your willing prey
you never did anything halfway
kept them all on standby
blamed it on a twenty six ounce high
you don’t need wings to fly
or an excuse to tell a lie
you’re dressed like a woman with class
but you know you've rolled in the grass
with the body of a lady long legs and more
you keep a room with a revolving door
like a pro you moved to the beat
grabbed your sacrificial hunk of meat
Categories:
barged, celebrity, image,
Form:
Rhyme
Tossing and turning after a heavy economic loss
The shock shattered my peace of nights
Hugging my pillow tight with unshed tears
The sorrowful thoughts trudged haltingly
To my grandma's antique sewing machine
Lying impassively in the cluttered store
Guilt shook me out of my sluggish memories
Over the dormant treasure dearly ignore
Up and about I barged into the basement
I carried it upstairs carefully with loaded adulation
Dusted and oiled my reborn ardency
Connoisseured my eyes with twinkling love
The art of neatly stitching hearts was taught
By granny silently as she held onto its handle
While the machine's needle and shuttle
Would treadle my ripped and torn today
Retrospecting over the many inheritances
Of love she left her favoured grandchild
A few stressed lines ironed out my brow
The silver forks to hold on to love
And the knives to cut out the wasted crusts
Her crocheted scarf for my winter warmth
When she saw her child had no such style
Amongst her voguish teenaged peers
A gold viking insignia with my initials embossed
Was loosely chained around my neck emblematising
Her overwhelming love must have oozed profusely
When she rocked me in her tender arms
Gazing fondly at the next in line to her posterity
Her marriage ring she gave on my wedding
Which the thieves much mistook for their right
Emptying stores of my sentimental potpourri
The wealth was stolen with rancour
But not my granny's fondness that was
Reigning still in the depth of my heart
I continue living with my antiques of love
The gold viking pendent had inadvertently
Slipped from the chain to a safer corner
The silvern cutlery smiles at the table
Smirking at the ignorant fools
For undervaluing their worth
The handle of the sewing machine
Moves at my command silently stitching
Nostalgic memories with empyreal pride
October 26, 2016
For Broken Wings
Old Jewellery or Just Old Things
Categories:
barged, appreciation, care, emotions, grandmother,
Form:
Free verse
A guttural yell, his glare on me:
“Next you I shall fell, the heathen ye!”
Abroad-sword up-held, he made his charge:
From gored-haze unmeld, o’er corpses barged.
Lurid darkness seeped, into our minds:
In frenzy we leaped, our blades malign.
Iron imploded, and blood galore:
Forsooth Odin sang, of savage chore.
Post berserk fray by, mutual expiry:
Awesome in the sky, lo! Valkyries!
They galloped and soared, spying the dead:
The brave they hallowed, so to us said:
“You two brutes have fought, zealous causes:
‘fore Ragnarok brought, join our forces!”
Categories:
barged, adventure, death, faith, imagination,
Form:
Verse
I REMEMBER YOU my lover
HOW LONELINESS HAD SMUGGLED OUR LIVES
OUR JOURNEY STARTED WITH PURE VERSES
WHEN I SAW THAT LOVE IN YOUR EYES
I REMEMBER MY LOVE. I do REMEMBER
TODAY MY HEART WRITHES,
THE SORROW OF SEPARATION
WEAKENS MY HEART…
ONE MORE TIME…
I WISH TO MERGE IN YOUR DREAMS,
DRINK THE WINE OF YOUR LIPS
FEEL THE WARMTH OF YOUR ARMS
RUN INTO YOUR VEINS
And rest ON YOUR STURDY SHOULDER
Now TEARS HAVE BARGED INTO MY LIFE
HAPPINESS HAS DESERTED MY WORLD
INSOMNIA HAS blinded my sleep
BUT MY LOVER I YEARN FOR YOU
I SINK INTO YOUR DEEP THOUGHTS
THE RIVERS HAVE BECOME SILENT
BIRDS DON’T SING ANYMORE
LEAVES HAVE FALLEN disgracefully
THE AROMATIC FLOWERS HAVE VANISHED
FEW DEAD LETTERS ARE STRUGGLING TO BREATH
YOUR VOICE ECHOES
In the valley of my heart.
I remember our unbreakable bond
Time destroys everything.
Oh my lover I remember
How I loved you
With all my heart
I remember my love , I do remember…
Categories:
barged, absence, dedication, deep, depression,
Form:
Free verse
I'm discharged from the hospital up and well
And to the world about the incident I begin to tell.....
PART 1
Last week on a cruise we had set on a vacation,
Jake and I for our anniversary celebration,
On which day the destination we had to reach
Was a holiday resort aside the beach.
That morning I sing and awaken him,
Create special anniversary moments on film.
What disturbed us was the knock on the door
Opened it not knowing what was in store.
Masked men barged in with guns and knives,
For a moment we couldn't believe my eyes.
Jake tried to defend me,I stood scared in fright,
And within no time they had held us tight.
They were soon getting us off,one by one
On some deserted island with no where to run.
How to get away?There was no clue.
Only God could help for our rescue.
I had thought this to be a day we'd cherish forever,
Never expected it to be filled with terror.
Why had I planned for this vacation ?Why
Tears rolling down,I began to cry.
I hugged Jake and said that I was sorry,
We were in this mess all because of me.
He consoled me, wiped my tear
And said that we'd get through this, no need to fear.
TO BE CONTINUED.........
Categories:
barged, love, anniversary, anniversary, day,
Form:
Rhyme
Once upon a time
There lived, on an Earth as we know it not
An enchantress
A recluse
Living isolated in her forest!
She was content with her lot
For she had never known love,
Companionship or even the jolts of desires!
Then, one night, barged in through her fortress
A wizard
Alarmed and abashed
Running for his life
Running from the monster of the dark side of existence
The monster spitting forth fires of evil
Fires burning one not
But fires transforming one into serpents
Compulsive slaves of evil
Having to harm to feel content and satisfied!
Unfortunately, barged in as well the monster
The enchantress managed to secure the wizard
A safe place up in one of her one way towers
And tried to battle with the monster
Why
Even if she was made of femininity
Pray, she was an enchantress!
A powerful one as such!
But then, the monster tricked her
By lying still and making her believe that he was dead
Jubilant, she feared not to approach him
So much that at one point, she found herself
Breathing right into his face
When he woke up and transformed her into a serpent!
As for the wizard, he remained in the tower
Unable to find a way out
Unable to fight the monster
Scared to his bones of the enchantress-serpent!
She did find the way to the top of the tower
But now,
Evil bent,
She had only one aim
And that was destroying him!
He fought and fought
He fought with an iron will
And a heart of stone
He fought with eyes, red and fuming
So adamant on killing evil, in both the monster and the serpent!
Yet, he was sad
The enchantress had been a pure soul
It was all his fault if she was now a scary creature!
Being made of might, he managed to capture her
And he managed to flee,
Leaving the monster trapped in the enchanted forest
He went back to his abode
And is, still, locked in his secret room
Trying, devotedly, to find the charm
To bring the enchantress back to her pure form!
Of such he had made his aim
Of such he had pledged!
10 February 2017
Categories:
barged, mystery,
Form:
Narrative
The Saga of Zack Waverly continues By JT Curtis
In The Affair Of The
Lost Soul Saloon
While sliding off my horse
Not a soul could be found
As I paused for a moment
to take a look around
My horse was acting nervous
So, I leashed him to a rail
Then dusted off the remnants
Of the days spent on the trail
I've been about a week
without a whisky or a brew
and the way I'm feeling lately
there ain't nothing else that'd do
So, I moved my heavy legs
As I stumbled cross the street
then barged through the doors
and made a beeline for a seat
A cloud of dust erupted
as I fell into a chair
and when it all had settle
only silents filled the air
Where is everyone
where's the music, where's the crowd
I was thinking to myself
Then I said it, right out loud.
Page 1 to be continued.......
Categories:
barged,
Form:
Rhyme
There is no specific appearance attributed
to the horrifying Boogeyman, he may resemble
Windico or diabolic Krampus; these creatures
are spiteful and like to punish only the good kids.
In my childhood he came around and hunted
my longest nights and alone I started to tremble.
The frightening Boogieman was after the young boys,
he was as frightening as ghosts and gave goosy bumps;
he stalked nice kids who tickled their little chubby bear
at home when their mom was busy styling her frizzy hair.
He came around dusk and peaked in laughing to spot
beautiful children doing their homework by lamplight;
with lots of whims on his mind he got ready to act,
but he didn't know that the Bulldog felt no fright.
He pushed the unlocked door and barged in, then every kid
screamed and ran to the bathroom with a face of white wax;
his groan was a thunder, brave mother swung the long ax...
but the ferocious Bulldog attacked him without being afraid.
The Boogeyman looked too confident, but was overcome by bites
and profusely bled on the chicken floor, he was a defeated fiend;
the watchful Bulldog made sure that he didn't get up and opened eyes:
no mercy for such a monster, justice was done by the kids' best friend.
Categories:
barged, children, death, dog, dream,
Form:
Rhyme
Up to Calvary Jesus went;
died and rose again for me.
Now that he lives forever,
I'm sure to live hereafter.
Thus, the day he smiled at me,
I thrilled, realizing I'm his.
So, when the killer cancer
barged in to cancel my life,
on his face, a victor's sneer,
I looked past his threatening,
and saw Jesus' face beaming;
a sign that death was lying.
I braced up by faith and stared
flush on his murderous face.
Cowered by the doomful glare,
he jiggled, fizzled, and fled.
I reeled with hearty laughter
at Satan's shameful slaughter.
In Christ lies the victory;
He's the answer to cancer.
© 2014
Categories:
barged, faith, inspiration,
Form:
Pastoral
Straitened are the times
And tight is my pocket.
A glass of brandy
Consumed with contemplation
Is hard to bargain
As speculators have poured in
Shouting ‘buy’, ‘buy’, ‘buy’.
Since out is the signal
The hoarders have barged in
And have emptied the market
Of all the brandy, inclusive of
The liquors that brandished
Even a semblance of flavor
That reminded them of this brand.
After the run-on brandy
Its prices have rocketed sky-high.
Engulfed by indignation
But still the avid lover
That I am of this brand,
I emptied my purse
To offer me a bottle of brandy.
Sipping the liquor in a glass
And immersed in happiness
I sat reinstated to my senses
And to the art of philosophizing,
And wondered whether the glass
That I held in my hand
Was half-full or half-empty.
Misfit to this treacherous art
But tied to pitfalls in my daily life,
I sat there and gazed contently
Through my half-filled glass
With intent and pride, enthralled
That I did not have to complain
About things I can’t change.
Categories:
barged, humor, philosophy, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
A tribute to 2015 GU13 British Junior Squash Open 3-9th January
The 2015 edition of the prestigious British Junior Squash Open was unusual...
The timing of the championship was in early January, that was the usual....
The quality of play in each of the age-group events was very much in evidence..
It was after all, a premier junior squash championship, awarded Platinum status..
I guessed many a squash enthusiast would have seen, heard or at least read..
About a Malaysian player named Jessica, there she played and how she fared...
She performed very well, winnning in every one of her squash games...
Especially in the semifinals when a highly seeded Egyptian player she did tame...
With a straight 3-0 win, avenging a heartbreaking loss the previous year..
Sweet revenge it was, a very good win to cheer and to hold dear...
In the final the next day, another Egyptian player she has to face...
The opponent was the top seed in this event, she played at a frantic pace..
Jessica did exceptionally well, taking the 1st set easily and setting the pace..
The 2nd set was a thrilling nail-biter, going dueced but Jessica lost her pace....
Jessica next lost the 3rd set too, and then came high drama in the 4th set..
Leading 10-7, the inrushing Egyptian player should have called for a let...
She was but one point away for a win, for squash glory and the ensuing fame..
But in her haste to win, she barged into Jessica so hard that the latter fell...
Jessica was prone on the floor, grimaced in pain and her playing hand was lame..
The tournament referee and officials, they deliberated awhile, then proclaimed...
Jessica is the deserving winner! Loud were the protests after this claim...
That, people, is how the Malaysian won her 1st British Junior Open and found fame....
Categories:
barged, community, dedication, dream, history,
Form:
Narrative