Best Brawn Poems
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There beyond the afterlife a glimpse of a passing star
an orbing light that flickers in submergence with the dawn
The memories of a life exuding all that none can mar
a revival of affection, in shades of gold and brawn
Way down yonder my lonely thoughts explore
aside your Divine Light and Radiance
this hungry heart is wanting more
I dip inside a memory like an old romance
Dancing dreams of lovers flickering so bright
a pacification of senses, I am bathed in your light
there beyond the afterlife a glimpse, a shooting star
I would love to meet you once again but you live way to far.
Categories:
brawn, lost love,
Form:
Rhyme
ASP OF GRIEF
She buries her head upon this asp of grief —
soft with reptilian fangs, hard with poison.
Her covetous husband lies upon the Nile’s reef.
She holds her abdomen in her arms - his son.
with lunar belly...
the shape of her husband’s seed
...a fateful eclipse
The pit with its bone-chilling cold, hisses with hatchlings,
dreaming of spoiled seeds and seas with a vortex,
coiling around ships. A queen’s lips burn red, yearning for her king.
An abandoned wreck will not lay eyes upon his baby’s sex.
insanity’s kiss...
eyes burn with crimson lipstick
...unrepentant flames
She plays with sticks and desire, enticing asps of despair —
gorges with vampiric teeth. She embraces their mock
and likewise teases, beckons and pleads for death so fair.
Like a breeze about her ankles snakes snip her royal purple frock.
entanglement frays...
dyed purple threads unravel
...rigor mortis strikes
His candle ensign in the dark, a resurrected hero of vanity.
The light flickers with feet in the sand, footprints at lover’s leap.
His profile in death’s shadow, his purple passion of insanity —
laughter litters this carnivorous cave where ashes of dust heap.
alluring ashes...
Salome’s serpentine dance
...Cleopatra’s veils
The sound of a knife being sharpened, his sword with venom drawn,
leaps upon his self-righteous chest, a single blade’s deep penetration.
No handsomer lover, thighs of steel, tanned and craven brawn.
He lost his rapturous beauty bright and fleeting, weeds of veneration.
bilious-amber
mixes with his crimson blade
— a suicide pact
4/28/2018
Categories:
brawn, beauty, death, grief,
Form:
Rhyme
News is abhorring
And so boring
Starting from the break of dawn
I think we need
To be indeed
Vaccinated for the yawn
They always try
The same tired lie
Their old shtick goes on and on
I’ll catch my death
With lack of breath
If they don’t vaccinate the yawn
They put on acts
With rusty facts
Their dog dug up from the lawn
And then they’ll drone
Over that bone
Hurry and vaccinate the yawn
Obey we should
For public good
And if not they’ll use their brawn
That same lousy
Makes me drowsy
Excuse me while I yawn
Here’s protection
From infection
Sorry but we’ve seen that con
So please instead
Cure sleepyhead
And vaccinate the yawn
We’ve had enough
Of their old stuff
We’re pooped out being their pawn
Since they’re creepy
We’ll stay sleepy
Until they vaccinate the yawn
Categories:
brawn, parody, science fiction,
Form:
Rhyme
The strength of a man is not determined
By his muscles or his brawn
It is determined by his strength
To admit when he is wrong
The wisdom of a man
Is not determined by myriad facts
It is determined by the way
That wisdom is seen in his acts
The integrity of a man
Is not determined by his claim
It is determined by the reputation
That follows around his name
The love of a man
Is not determined by mere time
It is determined by each moment
That he makes you feel sublime
The sexual prowess of a man
Is not related to his size
It’s how he satisfies your needs
And what you see there in his eyes
The chivalry of a man
Is not determined by his manhood
It is determined by how he nurtures
You to revel in womanhood
The passion of a man
Is not his need to self-gratify
It is determined by how often
He makes the effort to satisfy
The wealth of a man
Is not seen in monetary things
But by those things that are free
That to your life he brings
The age of a man
Is not seen in the age life deals
But by the strength of his heart
And how young he makes you feel
The sweetness of a man
Is not determined by what he says
But it's determined by the fact
That you want him more each day
The humour of a man
Is not determined by a hurtful tease
It’s determined by how your laugh
When his words your heart please
A man is an awesome creation
That I’m determined to venerate
As Eve’s daughter much in love
This male wonder I celebrate.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Categories:
brawn, tribute, age, age, life,
Form:
Quatrain
I mourn for the death of my former youth,
a time of innocence and naive bliss
which hid from me life's dark, unpleasant truth,
but now holds all the pleasures that I miss;
a time of handsome beauty, brawn, and thews,
as of Greek gods in their Olympian prime,
like Hercules of fabled strength, sinews,
and might of past renown from mythic time.
But, O Cupid!...how I do most pine for
your renewing of my dead, barren life,
which now lusts for the nubiles of folklore,
whose maidenheads can quench my burning strife!
Because of my decline's ever-growing years,
I've lost both youth and love as old age nears.
Categories:
brawn, age, innocence, longing, loss,
Form:
Sonnet
A delight for female eyes was his gorgeous face and strong physique;
His dark eyes lured them in, but his kisses left them spellbound.
The beauty of his skin could but briefly hide his fickle heart.
One summer he met at last the woman who could claim his heart -
A lovely Aphrodite to match this young Adonis.
With her wiles, she beguiled him, and his flighty heart then grew devout.
From June to July, boundless seemed their rapture; how they loved . . .
in brilliant fields of daffodils; on amber sand beneath the moon!
By August, he was on one knee with a diamond ring in hand.
Red anemones bloom in the garden where he saw her last.
The Aphrodite he hoped to wed was someone else instead -
Brawn and beauty are not all; a wise Athena finished their fling.
For Deb's Sijo Strings Contest
Categories:
brawn, passion, daffodils,
Form:
Sijo
Grace had floated royal
among the sweet summered months,
and not a moment had passed
without the nectar of love;
Three feathered lords so fledgling
white-black,
sleeping white at noon,
'neath arbors brawn....
where the nestles are soft with love,
and dream to host all the world watching;
from horizon's scarlet painting pink
the billowed white hues ---
and black-purple from the Lord's smile
What crimson disguise five plumed hearts
beating as one,
return again o'er Swan Lake,
or with eternal love thy cherubin ponds;
with fountains swooning infinite grace
then they are gone.....
to privy their existence made,
sleeping black at night
('neath the gaze of tomorrow's moon)
the future brim with wind....
elder wings at dawn,
unto valor in evening's song,
fain to life again....
(flight of thy Royal Swan)
***Dedicated to the black swan and Queen's royal
swans of Ottawa***
Categories:
brawn, animal, beauty, freedom, love,
Form:
Classicism
The deep delved path winds in the wood,
chasing with ghost-breaths and leafy hoods,
arbor-brawn the winnowed path crooks along;
whispering with what future song?
To ill desire and inches from hope,
plodding the cool of Earth alone?
...and the road behind pretends to love,
waltzing with garland worlds,
old friends long time not heard ---
gray and forsaken on the projector wall,
how wan this dying rose!
and pallid the day which broods...
Old Lucifer playing his lute at every high road;
Life had once played a tune more fair;
and soft the notes in the morning air,
with wife and child ---
the world had watched without despair,
a man to be called a man,
with land and two strong hands
to till the new earth-wares;
But his monsters had come
and bid him to stare too long into the glitter of gold,
and the gusting crooks in the road...
alone, forsaken...
a mere shadow of a man;
Though they called him king,
(he cried alone)
Categories:
brawn, corruption, loneliness, loss, metaphor,
Form:
Rhyme
LEONARDO
Lion, known well as King of the beasts,
Exemplary in strength and brawn,
Obdurate, he knows his passionate will as
Nature calls from his haughty roar has
Animals running and hiding with fear.
Regarded and revered by his pride and
Diurnal in his grassland habitat, he is protector
Of his pride, dines on meals his lionesses provide.
1-19-20
Leonardo means: LION STRONG
~First Place ~
What's In A Name Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Juliet Ligon
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Categories:
brawn, animal, cat,
Form:
Acrostic
I will pedal fast to recover.
To the bookstore! To the library!
Wild for books! The feel, the touch.
Those pages fast or slow, they flip for me.
I dine on every sweet and salty word.
Their covers bid me stop, their hue marquee
cause me to laugh or weep, my mind transferred.
Wild about books! Their brains! Their brawn! I breach
a poet’s ecstasy — a golden speech.
A cemetery stone, my tablet cold.
An epitaph I read — the shards drool.
Those pretty words! I long to finger gold.
Instead reflective glass, the story’s cruel.
Wild about books! Their brains! Their brawn! I breach
a poet’s ecstasy — a golden speech.
The words, similitude of braille, lose face.
The utter joy, the scent of books, the sass.
In this isolation, I lose my place.
The ink of deep blue sky and green fresh grass.
I will pedal fast to recover.
To the bookstore! To the library!
Wild for books! The feel, the touch.
4/27/2020
Wild Poetry Contest
Sponsor is Anthony Slausin
Categories:
brawn, books, sad,
Form:
Verse
A prolific singer, you mimic songs of Blue Jays -
From the poem, The Mockingbird by Vijay Pandit*
BLACK SAILS
You charleton! I believed you when the full moon stopped overhead,
when the breeze like a quilt wrapped around me with warm heat, when
your fingers flirtatiously covered the holes of your flute, my pet —
you once were all that, and I believed you. What a fool was I
for the entreaty of love. Oh how those vibrating lips fiddled with my ears.
The charm, like a waterfall imbued with a rainbow. It sang like a buzzword
from Tristan — oh if only I had pretended black sails, forfeited your love
back then. Instead this slavegirl jangled her dowry skirt toward the storm.
Your puppy dog eyes, like a shepherd’s — I didn’t see the leper underneath.
The claws of your paws like a lion’s in manic kill. Yet, I saw what I wanted to see.
You’d stroke my hair at dawn ~ how’d I miss the threatening tug, the mock
of your arsenic tongue. No, Romeo, I’d not die for you; I’d kill for…
Oh but my eyes fill with cerulean skies, palm branches that cool me
down, your lyrical laughter, the brawn of your arms — robust waves.
And as I die, poisoned by the arrow of heartbreak, this poicephalus cues
a prolific singer, you mimic songs of Blue Jays.*
4/13/2020
Poetic lines from a Poetry Soup poet - Vijay Pandit Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
Note: A poicephalus parrot is not very smart
Categories:
brawn, anger, imagery, love hurts,
Form:
Verse
She’d made him out to be larger than life
A hero of the times with brawn and might
The one who could with word put end to strife
And fight the dragons, bringing dark to light
He was to her an angel strong and brave
Who claimed that truth was plain for her to see
She thought he had the power from pain to save
But though she tried her doubts she could not free
And then one day he fell in deep disgrace
The one who claimed to be steadfast and true
This noble knight on steed with angel face
Had changed from brightest light to different hue
Deep sadness filled her heart for his demise
No more was he a hero in her eyes
Jade
Categories:
brawn, death, hero,
Form:
Sonnet
A walk upon dark, icy ground
sends shivers down to bony spine;
spared from the choke of death thus bound,
breath comes whence love and hate entwine.
The count, their lord, doth rise at dusk
to terrorize blanched countryside
His steely eyes slice trembling husk
for drop of life, his brides abide.
The stench of corpse wafts from dead night
like sweet perfume on lover’s nape.
Enchanted by his starless flight,
he beckons with dark-wings of cape.
Then, like the moth to burning flame,
her fervor climbs for fangs drawn near.
a scarlet kiss to seize with shame,
Greed’s appetite expels stored fear.
In harsh rays of the waking dawn,
She curses beast, her longing’s doom.
With conscience breaking charm and brawn,
She lifts wood stake above his tomb.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 1/12/15
for Giorgio's Sketch a Fictitious Character II Contest
*iambic tetrameter
Categories:
brawn, character, fear, gothic,
Form:
Quatrain
Burlap and Satin
He labors in the field 'neath blazing sun
below a sky of blue with clouds of white;
his wagon and his farming tools at hand.
With burlap hat and ragged shirt undone,
from dawn to dusk he works the blessed land;
brings life to fertile soil with brawn and might.
His heart is happy in the time he spends
to make a good life for his new-found bride:
to be together, come the sun or rain.
To share in living on the crops he tends,
and bear the long hot days, sore muscles, pain
his work demands in order to provide.
And now he has an angel by his side
attending him throughout his labored days.
Her hours are long with indoor duties too.
And in the evening, both at rest, abide
the coming of the next day to renew
their modest joys of life in simple ways.
So often through the day, she is right there
beside a window, safe indoors to see,
with cat against her satiny-sleeved arm,
her dear strong man, if he is taking care
to work the field without her fear of harm.
His angel in disguise…dear wife is she.
February 12, 2015
Burlap and Satin
~2nd Place~
Premiere Contest: Burlap and Satin
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Judged: 03/30/2018
~1st Place~
Contest: Angels
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Judged: 01/01/2016
~1st Place~
Contest: An Angel in Disguise
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst
Judged: 03/20/2015
Iambic Pentameter, Rhyme Scheme: a-b-c-a-c-b
Categories:
brawn, husband, inspirational, perspective, relationship,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
His eyes touched me in a million ways
his desire the sum of all my days
he was rubbed velvet between fingers
in a blind women's world, a fantastic singer
truth be told I wanted him to touch
that part of me that hurt so much
he gently placed me on a bed of roses
then turned me over for a hundred poses
deflowering innocence he set a shy girl free
reaching to arousal like a tumbling bumblebee
his eyes danced in the firelight that night
as he seized me, all dressed in white
honeymoon lovers at the wake of brawn
flushed by the moon they loved, until dawn
Categories:
brawn, sexy,
Form:
Sonnet