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...

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"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...

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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...

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The Story of History  

Beyond those beaten days’ depleted daylight
Beyond the bathos of a pandemic bondage
With  the resurrected  sashay’s charmed night
Down in the dumps   at the pretentious  proscenium
A  shy  orchestration sans bark and bite
Afloat in  the...

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En-trumped

There are many en-tities. Narrative psychologist speak of living and telling 
a story. Our lives should be as we en-live them and en-story them. We tell 
our tale as we see it, at the moment over time, oscillate between the future, 
past and present and...

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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...

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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...

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Dead Man Tales
shards of glass pearl the emperor's rise,
his arms embracing upon our sins and lies, 

do not deceive yourself , my friend.
in the twilight of our beings our corruption merges and blends.

there is no pride. no honour.
no love remains in the barren 'morrow.

feeble and...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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(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...

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                                  The fear of...

      being thought of...

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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...

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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...

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