Best Blights Poems
How can I fetch what's inside me?
It's a mental scream I can see,
They had poured fear through my mind's crease,
Tears swell deep ache, I grieve in peace.
There has been a real stage play,
Rumbling in the chasm and airway,
This caused the effect of the cease,
Tears swell deep ache, I grieve in peace.
Screaming voices drove me insane,
Shooters, killers, and guns again,
Frail life blights me on endless lease,
Tears swell deep ache, I grieve in peace.
We yield what we hear, but we hear,
In our blood, others' scars are clear,
We wipe tears but also decrease,
Tears swell deep ache, I grieve in peace.
My wounds are still bright in my mind,
Anguish since the long-term rewind,
Out of sight, cracked into pieces,
Tears swell deep ache, I grieve in peace.
We're together despite the waves,
Thrilled as tides rush us to the caves,
Earth seems to cast us a release,
Tears swell deep ache, I grieve in peace.
We plant hope as a human seed,
Love grows in the other being's deed,
These keen emotions can't surcease,
Tears swell deep ache, I grieve in peace.
What if rain wipes tears of sadness?
We'll free ourselves from the brashness,
Teases to shed tears of caprice?
Tears swell deep ache, I grieve in peace.
Whether you cry from pain or bliss,
It's not rain that makes that abyss,
Crying is nature, human peeps,
Tears swell deep ache, I grieve in peace.
My sorrow is couched in downpour,
Sobbing has not yet come down more,
I chafe drenched while I wait for cease,
Tears swell deep ache, I grieve in peace.
Behind my face, that beams a smile,
Long, twisty, and pitch-black road style,
Secret cries have been rife with geese,
Tears swell deep ache, I grieve in peace.
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1St place contest winner
Written: November 14, 2022
Pick-A-Title, Vol 33 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
"For those who love with heart and soul, there is no such thing as separation"
~By Rumi
Decked in floral wreaths and crown
as I lay in state among family and friends
with my spirit wading through strands forlorn
where lamps shone bright in celestial gleam
bordering a land of bliss out of mortal reach
where neither canker blights, nor flowers wilt
where sorrow never enters and all shall be blest
where each head like the sun aureoled
where God in all His glory doth reign
I saw through my slumber deep, as through a veil
my loved ones grieving great, my journey
unreturned to an untravelled land.
There was crying and whining, sighing and sobbing
in stirring memory of days in all goodness spent
and of bonds stretching beyond life's rim
which set me feel sick of where I was and where I wasn't
so fain to go, so fain to stay,
like a spinning midge,
my spirit veered high and low
between Heaven and Earth
between Mortality and Immortality.
a helium balloon buoyant in the air.
In the darkened city, she slowly walked.
Baptismal rain droplets on her that
seemed to talk.
The lovable scent of fresh raindrops filled
her spirit.
There was God, hope and freshness in it.
She heard the soft meowing of a distant
cat..
And she marveled that the earth was not flat.
Dreaming of driving through the Rockies one
night.
She was reminded that God ruled this earth,
not man and his political hijinks and blights.
Man, still does not get it, peacemakers, they
are not.
Casinos wide open but places to honor God...
firmly locked and shut.
The earth withstands the ignorance of man.
The woman, in her raincoat, did know how
their Creator can!
Her wonderful, thoughtful, walk came to an end.
She wished she had a place, to write a letter to
her Creator, that under starlight, could send!
5/19//21
Mankind, you're so proud and tall
You really think you know it all
And once you had discovered fire
to such great heights you did aspire
Once, gladly, of myself I gave
but now your plan is to enslave
Do you think it is your right
to consign whole species to the night
You rob the forests of their trees
and think you can do as you please
Disfigure me in your quest for oil
and with your wastes, my seas despoil
My rivers now flow red as blood
choked and dying with your crud
I've pleaded, but to no avail
as you wiped out the mighty whale
My atmosphere is choked with fumes
just to heat your fancy rooms
Radiation blights the ground
Everywhere your footprint's found
Pesticides pollute your crops
Acids taint the pure raindrops
My icecaps melt with global warming
A hole in the ozone layer is forming
I am your home, your ONLY home
Amongst the stars you'll never roam
Will you then, your home destroy
with these methods you employ?
You care not for this pollution
What then, mankind, is the solution
Should I let you on Earth remain
or wipe you out and start again
Mankind take heed you have been warned
So far my warnings have been scorned
One day soon you'll feel my rage
I'll knock you back to the stone age
With earthquakes I'll destroy a city
Too late then to ask for pity
With fire and storm and tidal wave
I'll consign you to the grave
What you've done make's no sense
Now I demand much recompense
Mankind, betrayer, of you I tire
Heed my words ... my name is Gaia
Life is like waves or problem
Coming together with issues;
Difficult to predict or slam;
Hard to enjoy the sound of the drum
When the captain of the ship losing control;
Life is like waves or problem;
Waves come with sound which called "conundrum "
Dancers, musicians, spectators stump; no blame
Difficult to predict or slam;
Swimming in ocean, trying to survive the storm;
Flying in the space , different plans rise;
Life is like waves or problem.
Some people dancing ,others hubbub, hum ...
humming loudly for help , no body care about them,
Difficult to predict or slam.
Life blights here and there , lukewarm and harm;
Hopeless people are crying everywhere on earth ;
Life is like waves or problem;
Difficul to predict or slam.
March 16/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris
I am alone
I’m all alone
Yet again
In this sparsely populated plain
My dearheart having gone off the screen
Giving me a really nasty turn
To hit the sad way of the forlorn
But your love I never did spurn
Thinking of you in the dreamlands that burn.
And just once
Only once
Hand me my overdue recompense
Fill me with an ounce of tenderness
Just strum these hyper strung weird chords
So I could moan thanks in all fairness
To the one beating the beast out of breasts
A prelude to pulverising the pelvis
But your love I never did spurn
In Cupid’s fair, in fairylands that burn.
I will wait
At any rate
For whatever it is you deem right
To this one with a lot of blights
Turned inside out and flaming now bright
Crush to get crushed by taut thighs at night
But your love I never did spurn
Thinking of you in the scrublands that burn.
I’m all alone…yet again
In this sparsely populated plain
My dearheart having gone off the screen
Giving me a really nasty turn
To hit the sad way of the forlorn
But your love I never did spurn
Thinking of you in the dreamlands that burn.
16 Feb 13
For Cyndi Macmillan's " My spice box:Sensual poetry" contest
For Catie Lindsay's Freeverse contest on 6th mar 13
flower, god, rain, spring, winter, dance, birth, sunshine,
GRIPPING ROOTS © TANKA
Birds chirp spring’s sunshine
Rain showers the ground outdoors
Plants begin to grow
Gripping roots draw nourishment
Mother Nature's weathered gifts!
Coats Of Snow © Tanka
Pure white coats stockpile
And cold shouts a freeze
Daylights sunshine glare
Early moonbeam blights a kissing
And dance the night time sky!
THE GOD PHOENIX RISES! © Tanka
In Arabian ash
Half a centuries' time
Beauteous ‘Phoenix’ ashes lay
For five hundred years
Ageing in Arabian soil
Will rise awake sentence-free!
I praise God for modern telecommunications’ inventions
Making mankind benefit so well
But I feel bad, when in their vexing, “gobsmack” malfunctions
I become dysfunctional; thus, my exasperation-nerves swell!
I thank God for computer experts
For their good contributions, indeed numerous
Yet I got nervous when their genius alerts
Warn me of glitches’ “bamboozles” due to internet-driven virus!
I seek God for His enlightening wisdom
When confused with social media's bewildering entanglements
I’m sad though for those who abuse information-freedom
As they deny and neglect consequences of their engagements!
I pray to God to guard me from being deceitfully puzzled
With varied scams’ alluring appeal and financially enticing
By global transactions “gobsmacking” netizens to be wealth-dazzled
Using fake identities; yet others’ privacy --- compromising and exposing!
I trust God for His control midst “hacking” ventures
Of ill intentions, never amusing, to wreck information sites
Such are shocking “bamboozling” gestures
Dominated by selfishness-blights and greediness' heights!
I rely with faith as I rejoice* in God Who knows what’s best
Despite “gobsmack, bamboozle and confusion”-attacks…
To Him do I yield my questions for His great answers to the fullest
Since His omniscience subdues my doubts with His truth’s packs!
*1Chronicles 16:10 Glory ye in his holy name: let the heart of them rejoice that seek the LORD.
November 5, 2011
(for Michael Jackson and Karen Carpenter)
Dear my other one by the Gemini,
Shadows are a planet.
We live as shadows.
Therefore, we’re a planet. Love,
when striving for stars, it’s what we chose.
Winter charities and harsh summers solve
its problems by fall & spring or enteric
Paul and overcast Penelope. We’re life.
Shadows are life. But all shadows attack
its life source, to seek its meaning’s riff.
But, you leave as a condom or saint,
using this world for your answers, then
departing to hell’s or heaven’s quadrant.
Planets are love because we don’t know. We send.
We receive. We’re confused, but love. We seek.
We’re questions for answers’ birth, not its end.
Such as we lullaby childhoods’ wisdoms, we weep.
But, we should be shadows and planets,
as lovers---beyond God’s lands---Yes…un-asleep!
Why did you desire the omniscient?
Why annul our orbit of many questions?
Paul beheaded and weaving Penelope bent---
not broken. Oh my. Now, guitars are sins.
Violins are no longer constellations, Eve…
Please forgive this Adam’s heart’s terminus.
I dwindle from memories, thinking oversights.
Taking for granted mealtime smells and dance
within our misunderstandings, our blights.
So, I begin as Omega and work backwards.
My coffee swirls as shadows by my spoon’s spin.
The cup is the planet, and I weave forwards
to my life. Beheaded from the past, I leave thin
and thick with grief. This too will pass, here and now.
Shadow is planet; but death does not mean
good grief. It means goodbye as one can know.
I'm teary eyed as I enter the again
Throwing listening ears to no ones gain
Innocence of all now bearing the same pain
One wonders, shall it ever abstain
We read in the papers we see on the news
Bulleted missiles affect like they cruise
No longer does it matter whom they abuse
All of all now lie in amidst littered fuse
Roadside bodily attired devices born
Wanton deliberate turmoil is their storm
This is definitely no Children of the Corn
When one approaches, shall a cuddle adorn
Eyes never close others captured by light
Impressions of death whilst sight blights
Peripherals of demise so different from before
It's minus one against one, life's eventual score
Judge Not
Judging human parasites—freeloaders
Foul fodder feeds these plights.
Judges accost not mans flights.
Homeless victims feel the blights.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 26, 2010
Poetic form: Englyn
References: Englyn Unodl Union (Straight One-rhyme Englyn)
http://blogs.warwick.ac.uk/zoebrigley/entry/the_measures_of_1/
http://www.writing.com/main/books/entry_id/411009
Twisters unlike Supercala-fragilistic-expealidocious
Imagining dreams he was socialistically-unrealistic
Can you imagine an imaginary menagerie manager
Or try imagining managing an imaginary menagerie
Ev'rything can be satisfactch’ll for Zip-a-Dee-Doodah
Of course some make a hoo-hah over tiddly-boo-yah
Reggie’s chilly cheap chip shop sells Daryl a freak dip
Frightfully silly of her for, he flamboyantly let it rip
Her croaking Frog cost truly a princely sum of snobbery
Forgotten hopes, forlorn, besotted froglips of buffoonery
When the bleak breeze blights the bright blighted blossom
Betty beat a bit of butter to make a batter better awesome
Such a floozy to improperly expect a decent cup of coffee
I made it in a proper copper coffee pot, served with toffee
Later I saw Esau kissing Kate; at least me’ thinks I saw
The sorriest saw I saw was rustic on sawdust in Arkansas
Mourning doves sigh on ice floe clouds
sand dune crickets pierce red dawn shrouds
bull’s-eye squall deluge from on high
on ice floe clouds mourning doves sigh
Vapour trails omen or a sign
grand stream whirls silver mist divine
blackbirds snatch and claw eggshell pails
omen or a sign vapour trails
Golden oak valley‘s crystal belt
Blue lagoons ripple where hearts melt
campfire hoolies spark woodland folk
valley’s crystal belt golden oak
Withered spot in dim twilight phase
dark moon whispers cloak glow worm rays
damp squid thunder blights skyline plot
in dim twilight phase withered spot
Date written ; June 22nd 2020
Date posted ; July 3rd 2022
Contest Name ; 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 6
Sponsor ; Mark Toney
expecta O' Greta great dep·re·depta
snitchie fumes crud
Senate weaselin' words
mosaic-speak fungals thrall-truth up your nostrils
unmasked civil·a·tons
square crotch per smile
poeta decepta leaks India unda bear
panda wear
fund a hole: Pandora Pumps!
child wonda nuf crumbles Vatican busts
spangled in clown clothes
bustled to dust
depravity's cavities coupes enchiladas
inflicting inflections on cartoon erections
so verge on my bliss-vittles "goose tinge" me plights
please translate dos colander's humanoid blights
thy nuclear nickel-sickle pickles delight
or do like Shrub junior said- just
go £ucking shop.
___________________
Notes:
1. Two declarations America might consider.
i. Declare Washington D.C. a separate country and...
ii. Declare war on it.
Behold the bounty
Of berserking bugs,
Whilst Barely not blinded
By the their bustled busts.
I, Bringer of Beatles,
Biting abroad,
Burrowing deep,
Biting a broad,
Bolder than brave,
But braver than most,
Have been this way long,
But no need to boast,
I am the scurrying,
blurring blank line
That will band the bugs
With all of mankind.
I am the blackest,
Most burnt, but my bite
Will bid you a seething
Most blatant of blights.
Bring now your bosom,
Bend when I bark,
Then I will chew some;
Now bleed from your arc.
Bringer of beatles,
Bestower of feasts,
I am the bender,
Bartender of beasts.
Bringer of blankness,
Be still while I blotch
All of your memories,
Render you lost.
It is my duty,
This beauty of steeples,
All being brought down
By bounties of beatles.