Best Belay Poems
The moon is full and white, and chill, this night,
it cascades past my open window sill,
and all the color fades to dark from light,
a monochrome of gray which can't be stilled.
The armoire's oblong shadow strays across the floor.
I watch it from within my canopy bed.
A nightmare gallops through an open door,
a Pooka black as coal with eyes that bled.
Its jaw agape and gore froths from his maw,
as it slowly paws the cover from my bed,
a scream freezes in my throat, a bird-like caw,
he dips down for me to mount, and I am led.
Upon this demon spawn, I scour the moor
'til dawn descends to belay this foul glamour.
Within the dungeon’s darkest depths,
Prisoners lay dreaming,
Of families, and destinies,
And Devine redeeming.
Illusions fill their mortal eyes,
As the vision shapes them.
The dungeon is not what it seems,
And the truth escapes them.
They cannot see beyond their cage,
This place is all they know.
A deception of perception,
That claimed them long ago.
This dungeon has fulfilled their needs,
Fantasies belay them.
They are convinced by what they see,
Their senses betray them.
Reality has been explained
To their satisfaction.
What’s not perceived is not believed,
And holds no attraction.
What they behold is all they know,
Images control them.
There’s comfort ‘neath the camouflage,
Assumptions console them.
But if they cannot see the sun,
Does that mean it’s not there?
What is concealed will be revealed,
When time is brought to bear.
And when the dungeon is no more,
Truth will not evade them.
Though prisoners will see it then;
It may not persuade them.
The truth can be a painful thing
For one who flees the light.
And so they rage within their cage,
In blindness they unite.
And they shall crumble with the dream,
Deceit will enslave them.
For if they will not leave the cage,
The truth cannot save them.
'Words are my oxygen, I breathe to live'
Reason took a break today
Just long enough for evil to sway
The vote in question protected you
From keeping groundwater a slimy blue
Fracture away the house did say
Profits trump sanity, bribery belay
Tho elected to serve, me and you
Majority laughed, now drink from the loo!
"See, we can fix the elections, glory be!
To those who hold power, money is free!"
Corruption runs wild in this fair land
Globalist run congress with a heavy hand
No one will notice, 'till the water spews
From your hoses in flames, devils dues
By then the handwringers; will line up
Asking tough questions, bank acc'ts plump
Paul Revere rides! the people are awake!
Sound alarms to your friends, or attend
their wake...
11/20/13
Two thorny vines slow down visitors rushing headlong along rain forest tracks.
Their thorns grab and hold stranglers by clothes and hair entangled.
Vines hanging like groupies waiting to clamour and grasp at pop stars and pope.
But why belay your delay to thorns and vines, when your own paws have claws?
Pause to contemplate, linger a little longer and wait just a wee while.
Touch on the brakes to ease down the slopes and round the curves with pleasure.
Add wiggles to your path, pull eyes off the ground, step slower, and hear sounds right out
Hear the end of the chime, the punch line sublime, the echo of all bird-call stanzas.
In slow motion, you'll feel the breeze,
See the stars, smell the daisies, and touch surfaces with caresses
Pausing here are there to quell for a spell,
Enriches and enlightens, and like taking a drink refreshes.
You have time on your side, so wait for a while, and linger a little longer.
" Revenant "
In direction unforeseen yet then 'nother am I drifted~
Winds have their way & through my whims have thus sifted~
Yet oft have been waves of similar significance~
Which may have been received with much less cognizance~
‘Tis said now & agin' were a man a bit more old~
Those truths which he ushered forth might not be so bold~
Were now I to be one o'the wiser & thusly called sages~
Methinks I'd be a'lookin' far far back through familiar ages~
Mebbe to those times of youth & greater glee~
Mebbe along those lines of women set so free~
Mebbe I'd look agin' & in so doin' so see~
Truth were so simply there right inside o'me~
‘Twere thoughts o'the mermaids all was it were~
If'n battles so waged created in mind still a stir~
I'd be a'not so a writin' this here little rime~
Nor fer certain would it be now not about time~
Nay say I naught ever dids't methinks~
Wherever whenever I took all me drinks~
‘Twere it so written in those stars way aloft~
Fer me to have grown old & verily so soft~
Fire dids't I breathe fer so so many o'those years~
Darin' & dancin' fer never a'knowin' such fears~
Damn'd so now to be found such a'thinkin'~
Lookin' yet agin' fer all maids to be a'winkin~
‘Tis silly methinks I've grown through these times~
So silly that methinks most always in such rimes~
Yet therein lies such question as to m'self must I ask~
‘Twas wha'for such a reason ye've taken yerself to task~
Aaaarrrrgh! Revenant! Thus I rumble from a'deep~
Awakenin' me ownself from greatest o'sleep~
‘Tis questions which do so bother me now all a'bluster~
‘Tis sense so common I'm a findin' hard to a'muster~
Answer me now those of ye in the know~
When where & wha'for does this wind now so blow~
I'm fer certain left with not any reasonable quip~
To any I'd be grateful fer any such a tip~
Nay nay now belay that I've just asked of ye all~
Fer were it fer certain time 'twouldn't be any such a ball~
Methinks I'll so settle back agin' in me familiar wild waves~
Takin' naught but those pleasures such as that which I craves!
SeaWolf
©
My instincts say, evolve,
My instincts say, resolve,
They whisper in my genes
Keep moving, there because
Question everything, they say
I think that’s what I hear
Reproduce, your coded self
All that you hold dear
Me that’s just another way
Differentiate my quest
Dreadnaught or an open hand
Conscientiousness at best
Mark these words
To comfort
Belay a story told
Who would doubt their impulse?
Who would be so bold?
©dbyrne march 2013
I'll grab my sword and keg of rum,
To sail the open sea.
I'll be a pirate and not succumb,
To those that challenge me.
I'll chase tall sails, test their measure,
As they travel far from home.
I'll raid their ship, steal their treasure.
Leave them on islands to roam.
I am a pirate, in search of gold.
I am a buccaneer.
I've captured many, some I've sold,
A cut to the auctioneer.
Belay my friend, no trust in me.
I'll cut you through and through.
I'll feed your body to the sea,
And burn your city too.
I am a pirate, I'll steal from you.
A pirate's life for me.
I sail these waters, into the blue.
I'll be a scourge to thee.
contest A Pirate's Life for Me
9/10/15
Palmed within your outstretched arms openly displayed
our fates are mapped for all to see, believe or be denied,
so upon the lines of time and faith, let your love cascade.
Closed eyes will not belay the coming, I'm afraid,
nor opened eyes change an outcome gone awry
palmed within your outstretched arms openly displayed.
Anger, sadness, fortitude, love that's been betrayed
can all be read upon palm, the future revealed, espied,
so upon the lines of time and faith, let your love cascade.
Within the carnival, behind the draped tent's arcade
the gypsy fortune teller sits, her foresight on your hand applied,
palmed within your outstretched arms openly displayed.
Lines short or long, cut or curved, choice seems but charade
the hands tell all, the time of birth, of death, all they do confide,
so upon the lines of time and faith, let your love cascade.
So hold your hands above your heart let your love be laid,
lead the best life that you can, let goodness be your guide,
palmed within your outstretched arms openly displayed
so upon the lines of time and faith, let your love cascade.
Contest: Rhyme Battle Round 4
Those Poor Yankees
By Elton Camp
Those who live in the land of ice and snow
Must think that this winter will never go
After only a few days of spring
Comes more of the winter thing
Spring should be here, but not quite
There comes another coating of white
Snow piled up on their deck
Black ice to bring the wreck
Our tornadoes they may deride
But the South’s the place to reside
I surely cannot understand
Staying in old Yankee land
In the South, feet can be bare
Wear overalls and none care
Where it’s “Y’all” you must say
And “Youse guys” sure belay
Drifting languid, light
upon the damp breeze,
the seeds of milk weed fairy fly
upon the aching air.
Snow white, weightless, dancers
skirts upturned before the coarser green
of velvet lawn they flee.
Backlit as virgin lovers
upon the meadow’s spawn.
The castle walls dare not belay
the upward loft with daunting gray
for on fragile wings in autumn damp
The world is full, a whorl in white.
During the time of the lustry preen,
Searching through the sea and land behold,
Beside a floating river,
I found a pretty queen,
Listening to the orchestra in green,
In her arm,my heart were fold,
Looking through her retina my soul mow,
For her loves makes me batty and pow,
Yet saved me from the awful snow,
By her love my tears blow,
By her kiss my smile grow,
Let's switch the balalaika sound,
While our fragile count,
Like a hound,
In the journey of love relay,
She stretched her hands to protect my heart through belay,
You are so precious than a diamond stone,
For my love to you is an adze hone,
In a ward of love,
I'm brew,
Even when the wind whack like whet hew,
The sky still remain blue,
When the love breeze blew.
Sentenced To Live,Licenced To Give
Chariot of horse,clarion with hoarse,bastion of choice.
I project aboard,my walk in life about.
On the abrasive of craft,by the shaft of the tool of want,
I decipher the yields of the fields.
Aesthetics and complexities;my work will wodge a lodge
to harness.This legacy,these messages variegate my
desires to attune in aspire.
Sentenced to live,then I reason death to poison.
The umbrella to shade the form,the aubriella conform affix.
Bounties of gain liken to effigies of main.
The course of drive my cause,the fuss of cline my force,
The joys of life my plot.
When I look upon the mountain of roam,to decibel my
fountain of goal-As a forethought:I cladded my mind in rock,
Later with my furnace of of prise,it melted into a rise of emission.
To give my flakes in resource,to lift my stakes in return,
To even on the pallet of balance my reward.
Licenced to give,coffers of valour belay the corners of colours
and honours.
Adeola Yusuf Amuni
Avast me hearties, the pirate cried
We’ll take this ship, the Spaniards pride
Give no mercy, give no quarter
Not to the captain or his daughter
Board the ship and at our leisure
Kill the crew and find the treasure
Then to Tortuga set our course
With no regrets and no remorse
Once in port we’ll give ’em hell
And one day soon they’re bound to tell
Of the sailors who were brave and bold
Took the ship and the Spanish gold
So belay there lads lets get things started
This aint no trade for those faint hearted
Load your pistols grab your cutlass
We’ll show the Spaniards we aint gutless
Splice the main brace, mind that beam
Oh ! Bugger me its just a dream
© John W Fenn 22-12-2008
The mirror’s morphed me SEE
I mimed__ the black- button eyes
sewn on it seems, as if in a dream
A dream of the acid kind__
Belay! That plank _ me pirate peers
A straight-line saunter, your prisoner cannot muster.
Just send me to a new crew-cut, seer
who will remold this immortal blunder.
Neither man nor beast am I_ I’m a chimera
A botanist's flight of fancy....
*Chimera - an organism, or part of one,
with at least two genetically different tissues
resulting from mutation, the grafting of plants,
or the insertion of foreign cells into an embryo
The facts of life, O birds and bees,
how getting aroused, can trigger a sneeze,
Weird as it seems, science explains,
this behavior’s no contagious disease,
Apparently nasal erectile tissue,
caused this quirk during evolution,
Was used to discern erotic pheromones,
isn’t that a nice upstanding resolution,
Autonomic reflex gets overloaded,
in which we have no control,
If you have a secret admirer,
an Achoo! could betray their goal,
Now I’ve opened Pandora’s box,
let the cat out of the bag,
Instead of social distancing,
sneezes might encourage a shack,
This poem has some side effects,
even strange permutations,
God bless you! never be the same again,
could construe carnal allegations,
Strange this evolutionary mixup,
is still embedded in our genes,
Contemporary signals of interest,
usually belay bulging jeans,
I’m going out on a limb here,
for better no definitely worse,
Did we humans in our primeval past,
grunt prelingual dirty words,
So many questions surround,
basic instincts of procreation,
Least of which erogenous zones,
are open to interpretation,
Like whispering sweet nothings,
a turn on, in each other’s ears,
Call out the ex’s name by mistake,
your lusty night might end in tears,
So if dressing up like Snow White,
and think someones getting sleazy,
Take it easy on the small guy,
he may just be acting out sneezy.
By
David Kavanagh