Best Branding Poems
When my final shadows cling on desperately
Where I fight formidable battles
to merely hold the light
I send you loving vibrations
and soul sustenance
Deep from the cathedral
of one heart to another
where today no choirs sing
nor symphonies play
Yet it is here where we meet
in spiritual solace
here to surrender
and exchange inestimable treasures
recollecting memories
like unopened letters
Galaxies are stretched
over chronicles of shared history
Nebula birthing stars
will be exposed
in forth-coming conversations
bringing short-lived fulfilment to you
Hungry to feast
now will be the time
to approve your blood art vision
and with my own haunting surrender
as dappled shades ink stain your chest
I will reside with you and share, mesmerised
pens - by branding
as this will be your written reams to me
your artist's pallet or brushed canvas
no need for words
and yet creating
mysterious magical moments
Bitter-sweet the music
that dances taut guitar strings
but now blood approved
please go kick your heel up
return to your laughter
and ride on the breeze
for not all are lost
change not
for I am with you always
to love, listen and comfort as one
with you in me and I in you
as masterpiece
Once again without my lover;
a cold moon is soon to be
For this I have some tension and
anxiety...
If only then I knew
that here would be a twist,
For once there was and now because...
gazing at the mist.
The moon will keep on rising,
stiff my bones become.
This weeping soul; I loved that troll,
freeze sets in; I'm numb.
Will huddle to the morning,
alone I'm here and older.
From the bites of nippy nights,
feeling so much colder.
Be still, retrace eternal grace-
the nights of making love.
So I stir with me you were...
the man unworthy of.
Thus it will keep rising,
as memories return.
Once the cold is bitter,
maybe then I'll learn.
Dear it haunts me truely,
my first, my very last.
The moon it spun- the damage done;
lost love from in the past.
Understanding a mere branding,
revising such disguising.
Never knew I'd be so blue from this
cold moon rising.
You loved me very much,
whilst laying in my bed.
For the day- I'll be OK,
now think you must be dead.
Here it did so take me-
again a night of gloom.
For me was cold- the love you told
reminiscence of thee ruin.
Somehow I must escape this;
to break the loop of woe.
For heavy is the burden,
due to weight I tow.
So looking at the future,
marriage- he's devising.
Will he miss the past of bliss,
through a cold moon rising...
22/03/19 1. Cold Moon Rising, Pick A Title, Vol. 2 - Rhyme - Poetry Contest- Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Winter’s silent soul
Kisses away the darkness
With trembling flakes, snow feathers
Cardinals whisper
Blessing the breathless prayers
From hearts who feel love’s inklings
Soundless as snowdrifts
On the edge of a shadow
Caressing the mountains, the stars
Imaginations
Lift the spirits with lights,
Dazzling rays of hopeful fires
Burning away nights
Hues of laughter, kindness sighs
Erasing the fears, the tears
Stirring memories
Moments who prick the spirit
Collecting joy, so gentle
Endless reflections
Melancholy bleeding through
Branding love onto the dream
Aching frosts, bitter
In graceful, glacial coolness
Amazing artic natures
Imagine loving,
Through the snow blanketed days
Rising to find what love means
Drifting on the stars
Enchanting hopes, glistening
Stardust winter tones, rustling
Winter subsides, soft,
As the mellow flurries, calm
Bearing the twilight season
March arrives soon, winds,
Blowing away the last gusts,
Inviting the spring’s new birth.
They hung around the beer joint with the finest Western wear
with thumbs tucked in their belt loops and such a studly air.
But those boots weren't made for stirrups and were polished to a sheen,
and on those fancy cowboy hats not a sweat stain could be seen.
You could be sure they hadn't spent much time around a branding pot,
for the only brands they recognized were ones on stuff they bought.
And if they ever passed the time just musing 'bout their spread,
it'd be the one around their middle or the one they put on bread.
Just a bunch of cowboy wannabes in a modern masquerade,
but they drove the biggest pickup trucks that Detroit ever made.
The beds were big and beautiful without a scratch or scuff inside,
'cause the only thing they hauled around was a horse's big backside.
As they stood around outside the joint, in a smart-ass state of mind,
in pulled an ancient pickup with an old horse trailer hitched behind.
The truck an old green Chevy, year 'bout nineteen fifty-nine,
with two high wooden sideboards stacked with hay bales bound with twine.
Out stepped a skinny hombre, with steel-blue eyes and bandy legs,
but he had a rippling six-pack while all the boozers sported kegs.
His cowboy hat was sweat-stained; high-heeled boots were dusty gray;
he kicked off a chunk of cow pie, then he grabbed a bale of hay.
He was mighty parched and dusty, but he wouldn't quench his thirst
'cause you're not an honest cowboy unless you water horses first.
The pack of fools gave out a hoot, yelled "Hey there, Texas Pete!
Get yourself a man-sized truck and take that geezer off the street!"
As he finished with the horses, up walked two ladies smokin' hot.
The cowboy promptly doffed his hat, while the posers there did not.
The cowboy got a long admiring look and the rounders just a sneer,
as the sham was so apparent when a real cowboy was near
They flashed the dusty cowboy a big ol' smile 'bout ten miles wide...
Said "Honey, would a gent like you care to escort us gals inside?"
He winked, then gave the trucks a look and spat a stream of juice.
Said, "Boys, y'all's might be bigger, but mine gets a sight more use."
smeltering a soveriegnty sent forth from the center of 2 + 2
and branding beliefs with the benefits of interstellar iron,
smoke waving wakefully from flesh feeling fresh from a firefight with Freedom,
unlatching the lock of Liberty with endurance elegant & unabashed,
could Moses manackle my motivations with a burning bias,
would Augustus Caeser cruxify me for minting my own coin,
does the Magna Carta make men Subjects, represented labor,
do government classrooms train Citizens coyly
to kiss the whip of the wealthy, pledge to be collateral,
truth my Tribune, empathy my educator, ability the enabler,
decisions are for me to regret or applaud, keep your mind cuffs away,
I reserve the Right not to consent or comply with a jurisdiction outside of myself,
Right to Acquisition a promise in my purview, might the arbitraitor,
when unable to house the white fire of Spirit
I shall receive the roadway to the great Law of Consequence,
finding friendship in the Unity of immaterial community,
that campfire where sensativity to sadness stokes a heat of healing
an exodus from the conflict of passions,
an entry into natural oblivion, membership to complete comprehension -
J.A.B.
Choose Me.
I sit here upon this darkened sill.
Dust my meadow,cobwebs my forest.
Waiting for you to draw near.
I long for you to become my Master,
-and I your plaything.
Hold Me.
Wrap your fingers on my fiber woven flesh.
Mold me as if my body were clay.
Sculpting me to become your precise fit.
I am incomplete,an unfinished creation.
Grip my form,so I will forever belong in you hands.
Own Me.
Make me only yours.
Etch your name on the canvas of my skin,
leaving your mark with a ravenous kiss.
The stroke of your breath branding my secret places.
Dress Me Up.
Undo my buttons.Dress me in crimson silk.
Lace up my stockings,the way you like it.
You alone control our unbridled imagination.
I alone,am your shameless object of desires.
Lead me to your darkest corners,
and I shall fill you with undying lucid light.
Pose Me.
Let you gently move my body to play your game.
My Master,for I shall always let you conquer me,
as I desire only to be your private conquest.
Dance With Me.
Lift me up into your arms,let me inhale your essence.
Hold me tight against the contour of your body.
We will dance to your amorous mortal orchestra of rapture.
Yes, Play Me.
You my Master, are truly the maestro of my wanton song,
and I, your instrument holding every note for your seductive measure.
Your delusion-conceives my reality.
Lay Me Down.
Lead me gently to your bed of promises.
Whisper carnal secrets in my ear,for I will never tell.
By your side, I will stay always and watch you sleep,
with each breath you take I long to penetrate your soul.
To share your heartbeat, without yours mine exists not.
Choose Me.
Let me be your Mistress and satisfy your persuasion.
The Angel you long to taste.
The Saint that absolves your sin.
The Gatekeeper of your thoughts.
I sit here upon my darkened sill.
Dust my meadow, cobwebs my forest.
Choose Me.
Take me now,and I avow solemnly,
that for all the sands of eternity I will always remain,
~your little RagDoll
For years the witches have gathered
Practicing their satanic rites of insanity
How many people have they butchered
Secluded, in this forested den of iniquity
Open fields surrounding the plateau
Making it hard to approach undetected
The going will be arduous, and slow
Foolishly believing they are protected
The moon always seems to be full
A shadow my only friend this night
I step over the warning ring of skulls
Easing toward the campfires light
I see four hags have selected a child
They begin branding his pale white skin
Odor of burning flesh, senses defiled
As the boy screams, my legs weaken
Pulling my broadsword free of its sheath
Slipping quietly behind the four witches
Barely feeling the sharp bite of its teeth
A just reward for practicing their fetishes
Standing beside the child I view the brands
The number 666, adorns his petite frame
Could this be the boy spoken of in legends
Born of Jackal's, heir to Satan’s domain
Gazing into his eyes, lost in the darkness
Aware I’ve saved the stealer of souls
I will not be a part of this evil madness
Raising my sword, one more head must roll
Further days are passing, lapsing long
Upsetting to unbecoming
At dawn, always loneliness undaunting
That continues on...
By inward breaking in
Will it ever come to fruitions end
The offsetting, untiming, to complete unnerving
This I ask myself, as the sun and I are quickly becoming
Sinking, drowning friends
Deep into each others night of nexus, merciless and unrelenting
The drag of it, an exasperating friction exhausting
By this not forgetting, beneath the spotlight of a taunting moon
As too soon, again the beginning
Of, the into giving
Another phase unto going through
And hence, once again to my own undoing
Upon this orb I do not move, but yet I am spinning, drifting
With a consequence left of, more of nothing, more
But, creeping cracks eroding, what once was forever yours
Of this tattered soul, that now must face its first inquisition heartbreaking
About a love in a tilted world, serendipitous it seems, only when it's still
Or, a branding upon a human’s fragile heart
With "why's" which one will never be fully comprehending
Or rather a hope that may never even be fulfilled
Her Mother says I'm not that bright
in need of supervision.
A wayward male who would likely fail
to make a good decision.
So I've lost my friends... they've disappeared,
my wife gave them the boot.
To up our standing and improve our branding
with people of high repute.
My diet's better so I'm eating greens,
no beer or fatty foods.
But I tell you plain, I try in vain
but I'm in a foul mood.
I dream of things I cannot have
like burgers doused in sauce.
A chicken wing and some onion rings,
all hidden from the Boss.
But her senses keen as she's rarely tricked
when I try to cheat.
She sets me straight then sets my plate
and tells me what to eat.
Our viewing habits are oft discussed
and we are of one accord.
No tennis courts or winter sports
and no watching zombie hordes.
My gaming suffers as she disapproves
so my Xbox gathers dust.
Though when out of sight, I still sneak at night
to satisfy my lust.
When I talk to her... she twists my words
to points of her own choosing.
A terse reply, she then starts to cry
which makes it more confusing.
What keeps me here? I love my wife,
would never find another.
So I will obey and I'm here to stay
just to piss off her dear Mother.
The End
^Follow my cartoon at Webtoon Bob's Your Uncle.
There’s a grinding in everyone’s mouth.
Something cacophonous and discordant
That resonates perfection.
It sounds like continents in your throat
Villages of little fluorescent bulbs,
Branding stories on your tongue
And crunching into you
Until you become the philosopher of the world.
School didn’t teach me about human behaviour
if I had known the basics it would have been my saviour.
How could I anticipate those so different to myself
prepared to make the lowly moves that I would not have dealt
who don’t know honest competition
attacking from stealthy positions
branding negativity
on everyone they ever see
against a person unaware
talked about when they ain’t there
a rumour lie or story where
their reps destroyed out of thin air
The slanderously unarmed soul
who has no talent if truth be told
delivering tales that unfold
of someone bad of someone cold
feeding minds a narrative
some gossip to be parroted
of he or she and what they did
to make you judge the way they live
and while the people sit and listen
there is one thing they are missing
the person talking in their vision
seeing them for whom they isn’t
because liars talk they have to lie
they say it first do you know why?
To get it out ahead of time
they plant events into the mind
while truth has no such motivation
it’s dealing with the situation
not trying to win over the nation
like liars do in desperation.
Pay attention to the person talking not who they talk about
speak to the one they talk of and be sure to hear them out
the one who plays the hero plays the victim without doubt
they make others look negative in all they say and shout
Pay attention to the person talking not who they talk about
We were deafened by ‘forever’
Defined by this love that everyone believed
And hairs rose at the sound of our sighs
We were watched,
Painfully watched
But never received
I longed for a way out of this category
I longed to be free from the labelers
Pounding away at our bodies
Marking us…branding us
Searing in the stamp of love
We can dangle on these emotions forever,
Can’t we?
Should we?
We never have to say goodbye
Because we never started anything!
It only ends where the brand can be seen
So cover your scars and follow me
Into a light you will never be blinded by
Take my hand and don’t ask why
I ask not for your trust
Nor for your love
I ask only for us
These words need not be said
For they are written inside us
And no hot iron can sear it away
Just your words…just your words
We were deafened by ‘forever’
Defined by this love that everyone believed
And hairs rose at the sound of our sighs
I smelled your confusion
And lapped you up in a smile
I tasted the foreign tongues of your past
All over you…wanting you
I never wanted it to end
But your words were hesitant
And this weakened me so…how it weakened me
Then…
You spat on me
You pressed the hot iron into my back
You branded me useless
Loveless
And everyone gasped
Because love was too low for us
We had mountains of so much more
And the abandonment surpassed my surprise
Of anything worthy of looking into your eye
I can’t look at my scars, darling
Even if I wanted to
They’re behind me
Just as love is
Just as you are
"Between the Hours"
If I had stopped to search
your page, again…
decoded somehow
what you had written
Between the hours
Surreal a.m.
3.33
I would have lost the time
to write you into my own story
The Dream
Strip searched against that Wall
where transparent
stands a ghost
in blue neon glow
Floats towards you
instructions read
bent over table
extending naked soul
Stretched flat elbows
Green sleeved and
Palms branding
Red Circled
Welcoming errors and
Psalms prayed against
a satin back kissed and sung
all the way down
To legs that won’t run
Whispers velvet gloved
against a sensual criminal
“Is this Lust or Love?”
Earlier you had mentioned a key
as you slipped your hand in mine
brought me in closer fingers entwined
hip to hip knee to knee
Heat emanating from your
body pressed tight up against me
You whispered that secret in my ear
and shaking your head, grinning you said,
"You know
you are
a real
tease..."
Down my neck you drew a soft line
with your lips and you said,
“It all begins now,
It all begins with this”
and I said
as I moved forward
into the warmth of you
and passed the key on my tongue
sliding warm and wet the words
I tattooed on you with my lips
unlocking you like a well oiled loaded gun,
with a cherry ripe wet smile whipped
“Here take this”
I slid the key from my tongue to yours
“Words,” I said, lips smiling against yours
“are the real shizz”
You laughed and pulled me in tighter
“Come closer to me, Special Agent
you are the real biz”
Words, strip searched
I'm
His
The seduction
slow moving
sensual
electric
(LadyLabyrinth/2020)
"In these days
I'm breathing stone, crying stone
I'll win this race
I'll leave alone, arrive alone
Love this place
The lights...
Under this face, so dry..."
"Stripped to the bone
I did no wrong
Truth is my name..."
I'm spending my vacation in my little room.
Didn't plan it that way.
My loves suddenly decided not to work with me.
Must be the Xmas blues.
I'm living off stocking stuffers, Designer coffee
Pistachios and a Jupiter-sized bag of m&ms.
This situation is necessary for now, but unsustainable.
I'm also binging on documentaries.
About self-absorbed souls trying to gain a foothold.
Find their nest in the muck and mayhem of living.
Catching curveballs with unmasked faces.
Stitching themselves up with the devil's thread.
Branding the world with their flavor of selfishness.
Climbing skyscrapers only to become one with sediment.
I'm not nearly as screwed in the head as them.
We can paint a picture bright,
to keep all sadness out of sight.
To hide from those held dear,
to full of joy appear.
An insecurity so deep,
afraid of others seeing us as weak.
Our emotions we attempt to hide,
but they are strong inside.
Instead our feelings we suppress,
causing endless stress.
Feelings have thoughts that manifest without doubt,
but it's not always convenient to let them out.
Use any means possible that brings you comfort and ease,
write in a diary, or go swinging from trees.
To talk of them freely takes courage and understanding,
have faith that the whole world is not into branding.