Best By Blow Poems
For good, the Druid woods claimed this girl child for its own;
nymphs named the silk-skinned, raven-black of her, Fianna.
This night, she’s hurt hunting demons in her mother’s grove.
She recalls, her fright at five, abandoned in these woods alone.
Nymphs named the silk skinned, raven-black of her, Fianna,
by-blow of a Moor, left as dross in these weird weeping;
she recalls, her fright at five, abandoned in these woods alone.
An adept now, she aids the Weird in its fight with rising hell.
By-blow of a Moor, left as dross in these weird weeping,
raised by the fey, she was taught good from evil well.
An adept now, she aids the glade in its fight with rising hell;
her blessed-onyx points, caste blackhearts from the dell.
Raised by the fey, she was taught good from evil well.
The Blood moon’s rise brings hell’s minions out in droves;
her blessed-onyx points, caste blackhearts from the dell.
Defilers die by her hand and Druid bow bespelled.
The Blood moon’s rise brings hell's minions out in droves.
Rain caught in the leaves revives; moss clots her blood.
Defilers die by her hand and Druid bow bespelled,
as she protects the oak and ash from whispering hell.
Rain caught in the leaves revives; moss clots her blood.
This night, she’s hurt hunting demons in her mother’s grove
as she protects the oak and ash from whispering hell.
For good, the Druid woods claimed this girl child for its own.
First Published by After the Pause
Categories:
by blow, caregiving, love, racism,
Form:
Pantoum
Exponential Love
Just like a river with endless flow,
my love for you forever glow,
you have the sparkle in your eye,
that gives me the answer as to why,
Like a pendulum swing to and fro,
my heart is pounding blow by blow,
for as the rhythm stays in motion,
empowers the spirit of devotion
The growth of love is exponential,
cannot explain this rare potential,
You’ve engraved within my soul,
Footprints of love that’s cast in stone.
Fusion of thoughts are moulded in one
Trusting I will never walk alone
Categories:
by blow, beautiful, crazy, devotion, growth,
Form:
Romanticism
My soul pounds with rage.
This heart has been scorched,
by your burning words.
My soul gasps for light
slowly suffocated,
By your hands of pain.
I bare the mark of shame.
Your touch has maimed my body.
My mind drowned out my screams.
Blow by blow,
Shamed so low.
Never did you know how,
Your hands of pain marked me.
Categories:
by blow, dark, fear, grief, hate,
Form:
Free verse
I’m followed by two eyes that gaze out from
the picture on the parlor wall. Those eyes!
If they were real, I think I would feel numb
to know from nowhere I had seen arise
a monster from the dirt that was the grave
of my great-grandfather; his photograph
conveys he was a Scrooge that barely gave
a care for family or for his staff.
Infamous was he; arrogant as well
(as we’ve been told by Grandma). She would know!
His eldest, she will swear he’s gone to hell.
Her reasons she recites to us blow-by-blow.
The picture won’t come down, for in his will,
that was his requirement. He rules her still!
Categories:
by blow, mystery,
Form:
Sonnet
white balloon of pulse beats
its sluggish hops on March land
matted with half melted snow
freed from a nearby high rise balcony
cut from its red and blue compatriots
still hooked onto the railing
a matter of strings becoming frayed
small white blimp
reacting to a wind that means much less to others
unsettling to think it can't find its mooring
its bustable skin
flimsy
like the shallow breath of an aged sleeper
how long before it flees to some kind of shelter
small white balloon
soon to be picked up as litter
bouncing in its frailty
blow by blow
a swivel from side to side
and always
its sense of being under seige
Categories:
by blow, allegory, allusion, endurance, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
Graves of many, dreadful dark and spooky.
Spiders hung and swayed a little kooky.
Pumpkins fierce howling red glow.
Walking-dead knock blow-by-blow.
Black wild cat moved its tail slightly fluky.
Dracula went out dressed as cranky Grinch.
Drank few too many got into tight pinch.
By foot dangled the mayor,
Threw him over conveyor.
Towns people came around with rope to lynch.
Categories:
by blow, halloween,
Form:
Limerick
time is of no consequence
life will carry out its eternal sentence
blow by blow we return vertical
nothing remains but the eternal
do not mourn the stars, as they move us
the curse of time is all but a fuss
when stars die, they drown the light
no control, no matter how much man made might
no god, no saviour among the living
only love and love remains for giving
among the distance and eternal youth
love becomes life's sleuth
what remains under light's guardian?
only love can bring me home again.
Categories:
by blow, missing you, science, space,
Form:
Couplet
Crawling Snake or Insect
Why is it so many people may create waves?
While wanting all of us to be their slaves
Because they can control, lie, cheat and steal
Around them uncomfortable we forever feel.
Most of us are mature as well as fully grown,
And always enjoy living lives on our own
In ourselves seldom do we have any doubt
Are willing to give while helping others out.
Maybe some, by me, they feel forced upon
And along their same way I have not gone
Because I was being and became independent
People became against me feeling vehement.
Guess these days that is the way things go
On TV are receiving an account blow by blow
Not at all and no way can crawling snake or insect
Ever, ever be able to gain any of my respect.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Categories:
by blow, allegory, analogy, depression,
Form:
Couplet
Words in anger flow
black like tar and crow
below the belt, they land
blow by blow the mouth the mighty hand
Frustration and anger collide
taking it all in our stride
stepping on everything sacred
respect is gone it has faded
Anticipating the blame and disgust
shredding the last bit of trust
who is to blame is important
the nagging is terribly constant
Arguments are deadly weapons
they are supposed to be lessons
angry words leave lasting impressions
Won't do any more of these sessions
Soon the silence lays claim
no longer about who's to blame
things are no longer the same
and that is an awful shame.
Categories:
by blow, anger, feelings,
Form:
Rhyme
Love You Any Harder
You might find another man your mister so and so.
Take you places you ain't seen you always hoped to go.
Lots of money in the bank and a whole lot better looking.
Someone who washes pots and pans from all his exotic cooking.
Who wears a custom three piece suit and drives a fancy car.
With a butler or a maid to stock his custom sushi bar.
A doctor or a lawyer too you might find a man that's smarter.
But you ain't ever gonna find a man to love you any harder.
To stand beside you through it all and let the whole world know.
Until I need to step out front and take it blow by blow.
To hold you when the north wind blows and keep you nice and warm.
To fight against the wind and rain to stand against the storm.
Treat you like an angel tell you things will be alright.
Then turn around with lights down low and love you like a devil at night.
Yeah maybe you can find someone you can beg or steal or barter.
But you ain't ever gonna find a man to love you any harder.
Edwin C Hofert
Categories:
by blow, analogy, dedication, girlfriend, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
Out the door
is a vicious game
a process
battle of spite
tug of war
circus of irritation
where nobody loses
no one wins
a bloody senseless draw
no referee
only stiff jabs
right crosses
haymakers
countered by blow
after blow
low...
Categories:
by blow, angst, fear, people, places,
Form:
Free verse
Lord! Why is it some folks consider it their solemn obligation,
To render unto me the details of their every operation?
No matter whence I go, I go with the expectation,
That about someone's operation I'll suffer an explanation!
Ah! To relax at the club for some stimulating conversation.
To enjoy an exquisite cigar and imbibe in a little libation!
But, invariably some feller launches an interminable dissertation,
Giving a blow-by-blow description of his latest operation!
I always ask for a window seat when making a plane reservation,
For a little solitude, for some musing and quiet meditation.
Usually, the little old lady next to me begins a long narration,
Describing more than I care to know about her delicate operation!
I enjoy walking and marveling at the beauty of God's Creation,
And along the way to sit awhile for some quiet contemplation.
Univited, some old geezer sits and begins a detailed oration,
Babbling on and on about his recent hernia operation!
Thought provoking tete-a-tetes fill me with exhilaration,
And I gain from such encounters insightful information.
But dad-gum it! Consarn it! And holy thunderation!
Please spare me the details of your every operation!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Categories:
by blow, funnyme, old, me, old,
Form:
Rhyme
Let Our Swords Clash!
I found that life in my world is like fencing!
Tell me, World!
What’s on the line?
Does the loser give in?
Ready or not? Let’s begin!
For all these years I finally realise,
It was me and the world
Joints now petrified
And my mind, bind to never go outside
He is leading and I am behind
« En’ garde! »
Welcome to your first match
Welcome to the latest patch, 1.0
« Pret, thrust, intercept and slash! »
Come closer, I won’t flee and dash
Have at thee, lad! Let our swords clash!
Blade and body in space scarcity
Resolve to win is considered piety
Blow by blow and bear witness this variety
In this boundary, this cage, gelanggang is our reality
There is always worry
But ain’t never such thing as sorry
Fight me and you may win to earn some cash?
You may earn title and sash?
Our fashion whites are rash
Come closer, let’s see who is the first to gash
Let’s see who is the first to fall to the ash
Have at thee, lad! Let our swords clash!
Me against the world, this is my battle!
This is my challenge of might and mettle
This is my biggest issue to tackle
I’m the Man of Steel! Hit me, thrust me, pierce me, outta the field should you throw me
No!
My mind derives of titanium metal
My drive derives of francium petal
My sword derives weight of helium handle
Fear me and rattle
Because like the Avengers I assemble!
Come closer, and finally lash
Have at thee, lad! Let our swords clash!
I attack, forward! Took hits like a champ
Vitality decreasing as my stance start to damp
Now I realise how huge
Enormous it is... Is it? This ramp
Now I know-
I... need... AMP!
So that my name may stamp
Stamp on the history of this world!
Come closer, let’s create the greatest battle
Have at thee, lad! Let our swords clash!
Up with my mortal jihad
Here I find myself ashore on islands full of tears
And fear
And here fireworks explode and disappear
As millions of colours swallow up everything.
My presence mocks of you, mocks of everything
To the world,
Now, I am thanking!
In the future, I am reimbursing
Have at thee, lad! By then, our swords had clashed.
Categories:
by blow, confidence, courage, dedication, encouraging,
Form:
Free verse
*Image of The Politics of Abortion by NYT.
AUDIO: from the film O Brother, Where Art Thou? "Go To Sleep Little Baby"
Soma Sonnet: Abortion Trilogy
It is the right of every woman, or,
Is it the right of every woman, so,
Some folks fighting for life inside the core,
Others say the fight is more blow by blow.
~~go to sleep little maybe
The written trek crossed Egypt and the world,
Rome, Greece, Mesopotamia, and more,
Rice patties and bamboo trails that were pearled,
Procedures taught, too numerous the score.
~~go to sleep little maybe
Twas dark times, inbreeding made more childless,
crib death, world plagues, poverty, starved, and this,
matters of convenience act the mindless,
three tales, will we exist, it's hit or miss,
~~go to sleep little maybe
sad, mad, tis all topsy turvey they'd be,
Mom gots' to go, to sleep little maybe
2022 August 17
Categories:
by blow, abortion, death, discrimination,
Form:
Sonnet
I am so wild, I carelessly run around
I am the last horse in a one horse town
I'm as wild as wild can be
I have zero guidance, so I live my life aimlessly
Do what you have to, send me to assist the Border Patrol
I need someone to neuter me and keep me under control
I live life by the seat of my pants
I don't want love or trues romance
I believe that every moment counts
When you fall down, there is still time and room to bounce
If a jet can fly, it can surely land
When wrong is done, justice needs to be a firm hand
One day I may feel peace and love deep in my soul
When I find that one that can keep me under control
If there is a poster child for bad, it has to be me
I do not welcome the Devil, but there will be no begging for mercy
I often wonder what do people think
I really don't care after my third hard drink
You are wasting your time if you want to preach
You are educated, so do your best to teach
I am not worth being loved by you, so do not glow
I want discipline, so do your best to bring me under control
I party and sin and live as I please
I will never be driven to my eyes
I am a rebel and that will never change in my life
Not looking for love, a white picket fence or a loving wife
I can take the streets and deal with them blow by blow
Are you the one to keep me under control
Some people have it, some don't and some never will
I'm tired of hearing about it, I have lived it, now it's overkill
The question is do I want to sell my soul
You can save me if you can keep me under control
Categories:
by blow, funny, song-me, people, horse,
Form:
ABC