Best Black Spot Poems
Crisp end of winter morning,
my shovel digs the soil,
turning over weeds and worms,
and watch them twist and coil …
hoe the dirt once more again,
until a soft and silky bed,
then plant seeds, where once grew weeds,
and grow vegetables instead.
Watch out for snails!
Watch out for slugs!
Watch out for earwigs!
Watch out for harlequin bugs!
In two weeks or a little more,
shoots of green grow from the seeds,
now fighting for their patch of ground,
but a little later than - the weeds.
And so I’m down upon my knees,
working out what plant is what;
making sure carrot and parsnip,
are growers in this garden plot.
Watch out for sparrows!
Watch out for silver eyes!
Watch out for blackbirds!
Watch out for magpies!
Summer sun and drying winds;
summer storms with chance of hail.
Caterpillars, thrips and aphis,
do their best to have me fail,
but murder - mayhem travel well,
with snail bait, dusts and poison spray,
scarecrows, nets and old wine casks,
to keep marauding birds at bay.
Watch out for virus’!
Watch out for rot!
Watch out for mildew!
Watch out for black spot!
Late summer, autumn and the plants
are looking rather worn.
The leaves are dry, stems are dead,
as nature typifies her scorn,
for death will come with winter cold,
but thankfully the harvest flesh,
has been worth the season trials,
to dine on garden fresh.
The black widow weaves an intricate web
And from her silken thread she promises death,
Not to just other insects passing by
But to the male who cries ‘she betrays me, martyred by love’, then dies.
She eviscerated her love of all his blood,
Left his empty shell to decay and rot,
Surely this black widow on her heart has a black spot,
If she beckons you into her parlour
Then you are surely lost.
A droplet of ink formed at nib of pen
I flung it swiftly, seeing it as waste.
Then theorized what it might have been
Had I not acted in such great haste.
An aborted word, or merely a smudge
That in my haste I'd neglected to blot.
Time elapsed, but my mind wouldn't budge
From that small unassuming black spot.
Haiku Chain
Presents wrap by tree
babies first Christmas is here
jet stream follows sleigh ~~by; Royal
jet stream follows sleigh
Santa's bag floats ocean unknown
cap is in Spain ~~by; Goode Guy
cap is in Spain
it blew over the ocean
beating rhythm flows ~~by; Andrea Dietrich
beating rhythm flows
unnoticed tiny black spot
fly, fly, ride high winds ~~by; Nathan Dilts
fly, fly, ride high winds
bring in the New Year, hurry…
a parrot shows up ~~by; Annalise Brigham
a parrot shows up
the world was never so right
as I feel refresh ~~by; S.Jagathsimhan Nair
as I feel refresh
breeze blows with soothing effect
as birds fly higher ~~by; olusegun Arowolo
as birds fly higher
their iridescent feathers
ribbons in the sky ~~by; David Williams
ribbons in the sky
soft whistling pretty lights dance
to sing like a bird ~~by; Tracie, Indigo Dreamweaver
to sing like a bird
constrained within emotions
give me liberty ~~by; David Williams
give me liberty
sweet vertigo dizziness
the flight takes up space ~~by; Poet Destroyer
the flight takes up space
come and join the view today
birds fly around me ~~by; Poet Destroyer
birds fly around me
brown grey with a glowing force
the moon as haze ends ~~by; Poet Destroyer
the Moon As Haze Ends
crashing On The Horizon
with The Rising Sun ~~ by; Christopher Bunton
With the rising sun
celebrate the coming home
maybe peace will reign ~~by; cecil hickman
maybe peace will reign
in the silent world this day
all is calm and bright ~~by; Deb Wilson
all is calm and bright
just me in my Xmas hat
and loving all night ~~by; Michael J. Falotico
and loving all night
this a welcome of pure light
power of the wind ~~by; harry horsman
power of the wind
a new year begins again
first let's celebrate ~~by; Catie Lindsey
first let's celebrate
the sweet air brings me your scent
now I know your here ~~by; Michael J. Falotico
now I know your here
Staring out the window,
upon a (choo) choo train ~~by; John Rhinem
upon a (choo) choo train
steam blows, lumps in my stocking
charcoal grey mittens ~~by; poet destroyer
charcoal grey mittens
the two of us are rocking
choo choo train chuckles ~~by; S.Jagathsimhan Nair
Team Work -created this haiku chain
14 July 2010
The Sea Rover
Moving sideways or careening
All hands hoay and avast ye
Sea dogs and landlubbers go on pillaging
Jolly Roger is flapping guarded by cannon and artillery
Pistol, daggers, and doubloon among things inside the sea-chest
Walk the plank if they caught you as offenders
Or heave to an island and marooning them as helpless
Yo ho ho! and a bottle of rum as a way of pirate’s laughter
As the ship rolled about on high seas
Plenty of cackle fruit to serve a salmagundi
A drink of grog or bumboo wobbled their sea legs
In tossing ship, proves them as scallywags
Blow me down! alerted by a cannon blast
The enemies have climbed on their Jacob's ladder
Black spot meet their way on to Tortuga’s vast
All hearty and brave soldiers have fallen to Davy Jone’s locker
If history was food part 2
So tell me dear, what have you there
above your pouty lip?
I can do little more than stare
where tempered words oft slip.
With roundish humor, there it sits
a black spot on a stage-
a dancing actress camping glitz
attention- all the rage.
The charm of such a simple mark
so fortunately placed,
will conjure up a coy remark
how loveliness is graced.
(for the Holy MOLE-y!! contest)
I am the floating pieces within the black hole of the verses
The dark phantom take a side emitted in remaining shadow
Who could stop me from my battle towards to the numbness?
One night the moon hid itself into an echo
Those, the conceited tribal of the mystic valley compete me in a crime
The dark phantom take a side emitted in remaining shadow
They hinted a race to steal the pendulum ore of a time
Missing clue about who the hell they were facing
Those, the conceited tribal of the mystic valley compete me in a crime
I summoned my mainstay tools called the time machine
In all of the sublimity of my narcissism, I flew
Missing clue about who the hell they were facing
Pursuit the tail which left me to the situation which I knew
Sneaking through the darkness, I sprint to the vessel of a good shot
In all of the sublimity of my narcissism, I flew
In every ease of victory named as the beauty of the black spot
Sneaking through the darkness, I sprint to the vessel of a good shot
I am the floating pieces within the black hole of the verses
Who could stop me from my battle towards to the numbness?
Awake on gasp
Drool mapped on pillow
Did my husband aware?
(*scratching head with confusion)
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It floats through the air effortlessly
Wings beating at high velocity
A navigational marvel instinctively
It's amazing with 5 stages of puberty
With a 4" wingspan it's really impressive
Every one tries to catch one for their collection
They fly every which way in every direction
Stunning beauty seen upon closer inspection
The monarch is king of all butterflies
the rest pale in comparison
Flies from Canada to Mexico
to the fourth generation.
It's an amazing creature with one
distinguishing feature
You can tell the male
by the black spot on the tail.
The complete metamorphosis from one
form to another.
Reminds me how we too can change
from one thing to another.
From selfish to kind,
from hateful to loving
but we must make the choice, as
we are free agents,
free like the butterfly
but without instinctive
wisdom we need help from above.
John Derek Hamilton
December 13,2015
Pain, Pain, Pain
Carly Button
Sit up in his bed and breaks the alarm
blood flows to the brain and he tries to stay calm
but the pain doesn't go away that quick in the morning
even on the inside the rain begins pouring
and the lights are off but they're on in the mind
Of the man who devoted two years to a lie
On his face he feels every kiss, knows every line
Bruises on a heart that has grown smaller than mine
Eyes that dance with memories hard to forget
Black spot on the white page of love and regret
No matter how hard he tries, they stay on his mind
Images of a happiness it took them years to find
Every kiss they stole under the midnight sun
Every time he looked at her and said “you’re the one”
Spun a dagger of pain that tore at his chest
Like a demon that had no reason to rest
She would be happier with him, he tried to think
He tossed away her picture and poured another drink
Who was he kidding, there was no life without her
His life was a disease, and there was only one cure
So he stepped on the chair with the rope on his neck
And wrote a letter to the girl that he could never forget
With hands behind his back and a soul done crushing
He said goodbye to a world that gave him absolutely nothing.
So Fleet, The Monster's Retreat
It manifested a dark form surprising
great fear in my heart thus rising
Resting against the mirror stand
ghastly in color, with deformed hand
Something bad did then seem amiss
this creature strayed from the abyss
Invading my secluded and small room
reeking of vilest stench and doom
I flinched back as it read my mind
probing with deceit and curses unkind
Curses, the accusations of its soul
pain inflicted was real, took a toll
My desire was to fall down and cry
Yet I firmly stood not knowing why
Closer it eased to touch my face
heart almost burst as it did so race
Suddenly light charged into the scene
brightness showed a face so very mean
Next a cry as light touched its skin
gone in a flash, never seen again
I fell back sick and soaked in fear
its darkness still felt far too near
All lights I then swiftly turned on
just to make sure the beast had gone
There where it stood was a black spot
clean it up then I would dare not
Next morn the spot was glowing there
A reminder of the night's ghostly scare
Robert J. Lindley , 05-16-2015
A dark one, for the kids to ponder...
BLACK SPOTS
There are black spots in my memory of the bad things I have done,
The times when I resisted the call of God’s dear Son.
Experiences of danger, of trials or disgrace—
I wish I could forget them, from my mind there erase.
The black spots often haunt me, I often wonder why
I was so vain and foolish; I shudder and I cry.
But in those spots of memory one brilliant light now shines:
The day I trusted Jesus and made Him personally mine.
Now all black spots remembered in my troubled, carnal mind
Are failures He can’t see there and never more will find.
When I face Him in judgment, no black spots he will see,
And I’ll be free forever of all bad memory.
Though black spots are so dismal and haunting in MY mind,
I’m glad that God can’t see them, His grace has been so kind.
The black spots are in darkness below the deepest sea,
As far as east from west is He’s cast eternally!
Thank God for His forgiveness! Thank God that He has not
Remembered any failure or any dark, black spot!
Saying, My name is Gabriel, I stand in the presence of 'God....
Whom seekest thou, Mary ? My Lord, while tears caressed her cheeks
His Majesty is not here, but has risen: tell the others He shall go before them
Into Babylon with Our Father's mighty Angels; and tell that fox, We cast out demons ?
There's a little black spot on the sun, today; tis the same old thing as, yesteryear
I have stood here before amid their nuclear rain; with her world turning circles at his edge
Of they've gone insane ? Martin my man, we have a dream too: Ask not what your country can do
For you rather, what you can do for your world ? This candle in the wind, never knowing whom to turn unto.
Truth
spotless
pure beauty
lotus like heart
spontaneously unfurling petals.
Petals of heart once completely unfurled
no black spot there
lingering
divine
peace.
© kashinath karmakar( 10th July 2011)
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Listen my good friend
Now you know it
The road to my home
You claimed it takes a day
Listen:
Only 24 black spots from the city
One Black Spot per hour
Surely, is that far?
We’ve come from far.
You ask what you need
Listen:
Good brakes and good luck
Is that too much to ask?
You wonder, what the fun!
Listen:
Watching floods, if it rains
Clouds of dust, if it shines
You sure shall overtake
Carcasses of cats
Dogs and donkeys
Where else?
This eloquent spectacle
No traffic signs, No law
Keep left, if the pot is right
Keep right, when the hole is left
The Road to my home
Shall you visit me, this holiday?
I ask, one more time.