Best Ble Poems
Written for Ink Empress' 'Unwritten Absence' Poetry Contest.
C(ulpa)ble
Your unwritten absence unravelled much
Disrobing piteously your impure intent
Starkly exposing a ravaged soul as such
Cocooned in dark yarns of deceit, I lay spent
In golden gilded cage tarnishing from neglect
Plated with cosmetic veneer for society's consent
Yet, you were oblivious to the storm brewing, most perfect
Bidding the right time to sound its thunderous dissent
NEGLECT, tacitly accepted afore, HENCEFORTH NEVER GOES UNCHECKED!
I was born
on Christ-
mas day.My
mother was
sprung out
on drugs. My
father was
unknown, he
was one of
her tricks.
The moment
I cried, I was
placed in the
foster care
system. My
mother was
deemed un-
fit. I've never
known love.
I was placed
in several
foster homes.
I was raped
in most of
them.I ran
away from
those awful
homes. So I
was declared
ward of state
by fifteen.
The streets be-
came my hum-
ble abode.I hate
Christmas. And
there's nothing
jolly about it.
12/15/ 19
Inspired By The Darker Side
Of Christmas Contest
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
They are so good
Unbeatable
Some may even say
Unstoppable
The L.A. Kings
Unbeatable
We’re up by 2?
Yay
Maybe they are beatable
O, wait
Now,
D
o
w
n
By 4!
Unbeatable
Invincible, Incredible, Impeccable
Quick with the glove save
Doughty with a goal
So I’ll say it
one more god forsaken time
Un-beat-a-ble
I've been buzzing around for hours
In and out of the flowers
Having a grand old flit.
I'm all covered in pollen
My legs are quite swollen,
But I do enjoy doing my bit.
I've been under the flowers spell,
Bee-witched by their colour and their smell
But I'm a bit bothered by what's happening to me;
My head's going round and round
Can't quite find the ground,
I'm bee-wildered,feel all at sea...
I'll take just one more dip.
Then I think I'll have a kip
Before I go home to tea...
Oo-er Ive come over all funny,
(Hic) never mind the honey
Think I'm a drunken bum-ble bee.
Faint stillness of the night falls swiftly down
and masked raccoons now pillage darkest night.
Fluffed owls with sparkling eyes are flying free
and rabbits, gently moving, sniff the air...
The hounds - from hunter lost - do bay and whine!
Marked deer with spots or racks go pawing trails
and bear cubs ramble near a sparkling stream.
Uncommon moths blink near the lights outside
and possums scramble up the hillside earth.
Soft light of moon obscures the beauty there
and adds romance to this nocturnal scene.
Amid the forest’s trees of pine and oak,
these charms display the gift of God’s design!
Faint STILL-ness OF the NIGHT falls SWIFT-ly DOWN
and MASKED rac-COONS now PIL-lage DARK-est NIGHT
Fluffed OWLS with SPARK-ling EYES are FLY-ing FREE
and RAB-bits, GEN-tly MOV-ing, SNIFF the AIR
The HOUNDS, from HUN-ter LOST, do BAY and WHINE
Marked DEER with SPOTS or RACKS go PAW-ing TRAILS
and BEAR cubs RAM-ble NEAR a SPARK-ling STREAM
Un-COM-mon MOTHS blink NEAR the LIGHTS out-SIDE
and POS-sums SCRAM-bles UP the HILL-side EARTH
Soft LIGHT of MOON ob-SCURES the BEAU-ty THERE
And ADDS ro-MANCE to THIS noc-TURN-al SCENE
a-MID the FOR-est’s TREES of PINE and OAK
these CHARMS dis-PLAY the GIFT of GOD’S de-SIGN
©by Regina Riddle
Written on July 29, 2014
Re-written for contest on July 30, 2014
Re-written twice for contest on July 31, 2014 – with LOTS of help from
sponsor and much thanks to Roy Jerden
For: For Newer Poets: An Exercise in Iambic Pentameter - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Roy Jerden
I deliver newspapers at night on a rural route and see all of these nocturnal
creatures along my journey… the origins of the poem.
**************************
* you remind me of the babe *
* what babe? *
* the babe with the power *
* what power? *
* the power of voo-doo *
* who do? *
* you do *
* do what? *
* remind me of the babe *
************************** (from The Labyrinth)
The oubliette you've dug, Kell,
is deep, the walls are thick,
I wish I had noticed as
you built it, brick by brick.
Your dungeon is unique because
there's only one way out.
For years we've thrown you lifelines:
I'm sure you heard our shouts.
But you just keep on digging,
deaf to all our pleas,
our rescue ropes can't reach you,
blood's running from our knees.
You hoard your accusations,
a can of worms upon your shelf,
but now you can get rid of it
because I blame myself.
It's time to stop digging,
build a ladder now, instead,
get off the drugs and alcohol,
let reality clear your head.
I'm waiting at the top, Kell,
my hands and arms out-stretched,
my tears run down the walls of
your self-made oubliette.
©Danielle White
OUBLIETTE:
Pronunciation: \?ü-ble-'et\
Function: noun
Etymology: French, from Middle French, from oublier to forget, from Old French oblier, from
Vulgar Latin *oblitare, frequentative of Latin oblivisci to forget.
Like burnt-out logs on ice-cold firedogs nudge,
emotions crumble at tentative touch.
In Iambic Pentameter: Stressed syllables are in bold.
fa·ble
'fab?l/
noun
noun: fable; plural noun: fables
1.
a short story, typically with animals as characters, conveying a moral.
Yipes Stripes
Once upon a time, Like now
I had a friend
He was a cow
And a pretty cow he was for sure
Spots of black and white he wore
One day we walked, to the zoo
The Sun was bright
The sky was blue
Among the animals there were that day
We saw a Zebra come out to play
My friend, the cow, looked in vein
Upon the stripes, that showed so plain
I wish, I had those stripes , He thought
They're so much better
Than these spots
My friend was sadden by his state
"Oh why" he said
"Why such a fate"
I wish those stripes could be all mine
Then I could look that mighty fine
Now as my friend was feeling down
The Zebra stopped
Then came around
He saw my friend, and then he said
"I wish I had your spots instead"
hap·pi·ness [hap-ee-nis] Show IPA
noun
1.
the quality or state of being happy.
2.
good fortune; pleasure; contentment; joy.
"In·cred·i·ble "
On this lonely road remains a mystery.
This sudden darkness fills the air.
Where are we waiting to?
Won't anybody help us?
What are we waiting for?
We can't afford to be innocent
We have to stand up and face our enemy.
It's a do or die situation - we will be lost forever.
Our shattered life we cannot justify.
We're going to pray until we're saved from this evil.
What are we running from? We've got Jesus in to help us.
Jesus is incredible, wonderful, loving, forgiving and understanding,
Just come to Him and you will see
Rev. Dr. Samuel Mack, OMS, DD
Copyright 2015
I
Speak
To
You
I
Am
An-
Gry
At
You
Could
We
Talk
La-
Ter
Be-
Cause
You
Hurt
Me
With
Words
I
Cuss
And
I
Am
So...
so...
So-
Rry...
I
Am
Ig-
Nor-
Ant
and
Sel-
fish
I
Love
You,
Dad...
I
Love
You,
Mom...
But
I
Am
One
With
Me.
I
Feel
Ha-
Ppy...
No
Lo-
Nger
Su-
i-
ci-
dal
or
Sad
As
I
Was
Be-
fore
You
Are
My
Par-
ents
And
I
Should
Have
Ho-
Nored
You
Be-
tter
Than
This...
I
Am
The
Mo-
Nster
I
Am
Un-
Loved
But,
I
Am
Be-
lo-
ved...
which
means
Day_
Vid_
Will_
I-
Am_
One
Syll-
A-
Ble
Seems
Too
Li-
ttle
for
I...
See...
The...
Light...
So...
Bright...
so......
Me-smer-i-zing....
I a-pol-o-gize...
For be-ing rude...
My a-tti-tude...
Stunk like dung...
Some-thing went wrong...
I
Am
One
With
Me.
I
Am
One
With
All.
But. I. Must. Stand. Tall.
Hard-ships...
Harm me or help me...
GET A GRIP...
Day_vid_....
You will ne-ver see...
The real me...
Be-cause the real me...
Is far from my reach
I be-seech
A
Be-
Tter
ME.
If the day comes
that I shall write no more
not aTo exist as ordinary.ble to canvas
visual fantasies of my soul.
On that day! I shall be ousted as an artist.
So tiny, so paltry small
Smiling towards the sun
In chorus with them all
One seed of life begun
To join a waving sea
Of fluent amber grain
Makes the bread for me
That I may dine again
Thanks to the sunshine
And nature for our needs
That again we will dine
From those tiny paltry seeds
Released royale Holy King
Eternal mercies granted rise
Sured solemnly saves mankind a assured Savior
Unexpected deliverers soul deliver rise
Reprieve return to the Father to make a place for us
Return to the Father reprieve us, thank you for saving us
Ecclesiestical Lord early champion lifesaver rise
Calls on choicest mercies Christ sympathies
Tender, tenderest mercies of blessing rise
Incarnate saviour delivers His word
Outward praise to the Father outward mercies to the people rise
Noble Lord, noble rescuer, noble Savior rise
Domestic pieties rose against the sinners
Able helper absolute Lord grants absolute pardons rise
Young deliverer Savior of thee entire world didn't die, He rose, today
A-ble Administration's Trustee
R-emains competent minister;
N-ot for a time will he tarry,
E-arly complying sooner than
L-ater.
A-ble Administration's Trustee
L-eaves no stone unturned;
M-ountain is moved to arrive
A-t the truth as what he learned.
Z-one of faith he builds,
A-s well as the love's lair;
N-ew hope is in sight, as morn breaks in the open air.
T-rustee of Administration is able,
U-ndertaking to fight to win;
M-aking the enemies fail,
A-t dawn September seventeen.
N-ight will come to an end,
A-llowing the world to see;
N-ever-say-die attitude, Able Administration's Trustee.
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ne freedom
a dif
ferent way.
we will
do what
we want
when we
want in
the manner
that we
want &
if you
want to
stop us
you will
have to
kill us.
go
od
day.