Best Ca Poems
REVISED OCTOBER 16, 2019
New Jersey’s cloven-hoofed devil
makes his way to the jetty
beneath the blanket of twinkling stars, anguish unabated
his appetency growing stronger each day
her song rose like mist upon salty tide
creating an irresistible allure
perhaps a mermaid so fair
can be the auspicious boon he badly needs
he calls to her, certain she will listen again
as she has done so many nights before
his soul’s torment she has learned to alleviate
patiently, she clings to one boulder, waiting
for she alone can absolve him of past misdeeds
she motions for him to draw near
“Kiss me now,” she begs,
“Before anything more can go awry.”
he moves toward her, still in atrocious devil form
holding fast to the rocks as a storm approaches
perhaps this time their magical kiss
will forever end his loneliness
October 14, 2019
For John Hamilton’s “Crazy A’s” Poetry Contest
The New Jersey Historical Society provided information about the New Jersey Devil and the mermaid he is said to connect with each night by the shore.
"the anguish of grief leaves me with an appetency and yearning for peace . . . "
the allure of love was enchanting
the promise between us a delicate flower
love was like a guest unbidden
well-timed and auspicious
for my heart was a ravaged garden
and you knew how to soothe and calm me
how to assuage my fears
and the scars on my soul faded
we lay cuddled 'till the crack of dawn
sometimes you would look at me awry
with a crooked smile
and your laughter was music for my soul
now . . . I hang my head like a wilted rose
and the memory of time is my heavy cloak
for I am broken since that dreadful day
the pain atrocious and brutal
you left me for heaven and I scream why . . .
the wind blows in trees like the wail of violins
and I stand in the summer, the fall, the winter
and spring staring at your engraved name in stone
and the clouds float in the sky
and the birds sing me a sad and dreamy song
for years and years I have been chained to your tomb
but today, I absolve me
I set me free . . .
and I forgive you, my love for leaving
'cause I understand that it was not yours for the choosing
but had been written . . . in the book of time
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October 13, 2019
Poetry/Free Verse/Unbidden Love
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1188-348-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Crazy A's
sponsor, John Hamilton
First Place
Once enraptured by beautiful Bathsheba’s allure,
my life went horribly awry.
My appentency for control took a very bad turn
after I gave into lust and tried to conceal my awful sin.
I sent Bathsheba’s innocent spouse to the front of a battle,
having him serve in a position not at all auspicious.
My first sin of adultery had multipled into other sins!
Now beset by anguish, I plead with the Lord
to forgive me and show me his great compassion.
I ask Him to assuage my miserable soul
and restore me to salvation.
I suffer here on earth the pains of hell
for my atrocious transgressions.
I beg for God to absolve me.
Forevermore I shall sing praises to my beloved Lord.
Oct. 31, 2019 for John Hamilton's Crazy A's Poetry Contest
Youth and broken glass
Smearing Highway 101:
Other cars just pass
ISH-CA-DUTA mean's that I just don't know...
*******People Spell to Literally******
*
i dnt hve aaa spl=cke
I din't kno wht tu du a
So iF u can read ths msg
Thn u neeed an spel-Ck-Tu-a
GF
******I NEED A SPELL-CHECK RECOVERY BOTTON888_______
Youth and broken glass
Blood on Highway 101:
Other cars just pass.
Children of the iron curtain
Stripped of God from birth,
Crawling on a toothless wall -
Question marks on compass.
Chicks growing colored wings,
Door unlocked - unable to believe
Sunrise doesn't come with bars
For those who can still fly...
No man's land - unable to catch roots,
Holograph of gardens back home
Tended by parents with disrupted movements,
Tears muffled on the California coast...
Children of the iron curtain...
Each sunset gathers them on beaches
Champion chess players of their fate
Stop and salute me as I drive along
alone...
check the definition of "The Iron Curtain"
c'est comme ça qu'il m'a dit
écris exactement
comme je te conseille
haut et fort
clairement
que même le vent le comprenne
souffleur fou
qui dit la parole
quand il la dit
et laisse la terre livrée à elle-même
qu’elle tremble
en entendant tes paroles
c’est bon signe
que tu t’es fait obéir
traducere de: Angela Mamier Nache.
It's another mild day and the sky glows white
The air is still and cool as the midday light
Admirers giggle, perhaps at a young caller
One hunches over, the other stands taller
They don't look wealthy, yet they don't look poor
Perhaps trusted servants, but what can't they ignore?
They've taken jolly notice, as if on a whim
Of a miming youth who should be pruning a limb
Posted at the window the younger one peers
At this croaking lad, flattered by what she hears
Hunching near the potato patch across the way
He waves in a fluster with a few word words to say
He's glances side to side, behind the wall, stepping back
Emerging again from a passageway's crack
Between the tool shed and the gardener's house
He sneaks with the startle and twitch of a mouse
She remains calm, though tickled by his manner
For he might as well wear a bright purple banner
The older woman chuckles in faint squeaks
Hidden by the shutter around which she peeks
The younger one looks quite near seventeen
With floating white sleeves rolled up yet clean
Her girlish neckline, cut wide and low,
Displays to her suitor how well she can sew
Her hair is tucked with a bow on one side
Her grin is reserved with her eyes opened wide
Could her silly boy still have his pruners in hand?
Is he skilled with the saw and tilling the land?
Two women at a window, quite content
Is this how many of their moments this day are spent?
Abandon your feelings of anguish
Abate your thoughts of appetency
Allure your beliefs in the apostles
Assuage your spirits of animosity
~
Absolve your heart’s solid armor
Awry are your moods of aversion
Auras of your judgements atrocious
Alive are your dreams so auspicious
~
Awakening your views on attrition
Attempting to give you real altruism
Appoint your joy to this admiration
Adoration of God’s Son’s approval
October 8, 2019
Crazy A's Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Eos byncio a Adwaen Ca 'm enaid
rabid affection tearing emotional
fences to concious choice of her intention
amau 'm cara
Lost in valleys that call for destiny's song
amid the Black mountains and crystal cascades
the only places where truth of her beauty
shall reign 'm cara
Life can definitely be an
auspicious time
But something is
always going awry
Things will appear fine one
moment then unbearable the next
The allure is strong at
times overwhelming
His atrocious heart allowed
no good to live in his life
He is always trying to
assuage his own guilt
I was the great object
of his appetency
Yet the anguish he had put me
through was too much
I could not absolve him
from his guilt
Contest:crazy A's
Sponsor:John Hamilton
Date:10/9/2019
what does it mean to "scream"?
is it simply to raise your voice?
or is it something you do, not a sound you make?
It is not my nature. I won't raise my voice like that.
This is my "scream".
i'll put every ounce of my energy into my promise.
i won't ever give up! you can't make me!
even if i'm all alone, i'll fight until it's over.
there's an explosion in the sky.
god is dead! rejoice!
freed of your shackles of fairytales and blinded faith,
lead the way to a revolution!
This is my silent "scream".
My head held high, pride uncaged and diffidence slain.
as long as the chance exists, as long as there's hope
i'll keep chasing my dream
the day i made a promise to you was the day the cogs began to turn
the day when color suddenly burst into my life!
i know i won't emerge from the road unharmed
but, no matter what, i won't step out of the ring.
PLUS CA CHANGE
in the reunion hall
infectious giggles-
little girls in women,tall
Teachers can't afford to live there
So parents of student are offering space
We've seen this scenario before
Hearken back to Colonial days*
But back then there were no taxes
Parents paid teachers out-of-pocket
The message from high-tax California
~ Inflation's taken off like a rocket
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*Read the short story, 'The Legend of Sleepy
Hollow,' about Ichabod Crane, the itinerant
schoolmaster, who took room and board
in the homes of the communities he served.