Best Candled Poems
Remember all the Wise Men on their knees upon your yacht?
With orphans on their backs they’d crawled (with others that they’d brought)
Through rubble on the highway sands and residues of Lot.
They came from severed cities selling postcards of your thoughts,
Though offered for a penny piece, not even worth a jot.
They mused
“How are you feeling? What it is you want, you’ve got.
The words you scrawl on calling cards: ‘I AM – the others NOT’
Shun wisdoms of the Seven Seas: ‘Salvation can’t be bought’ –
Your fathers tried before you and your fathers came to naught.
“You started out by gelding goats and then by casting lots
Of bodies to the battlefields, contorted, tight and taut,
Then wallowed in the wake of trails the dervish devil trots.
“With marching bands of fatherlands, and drums of Hottentots,
You lure your legions in harm’s way like giant juggernauts.
Like Tweedle Dum your minions come (the sober and the sots,
The troglodytes, barbarians, and mislead patriots,
The Vandals, Huns and Hannibals and seaport Cypriots,
The Japanese, the Congolese, Americans and Scots)
To vanquish bows and arrows, spears and catapulted shots
Of those who hide in bamboo huts their families, pale, distraught,
(Their withered wives with dried up breasts, their swollen babes in cots)
Who swoon, engulfed in poison darts and vats of acid hot,
Consumed by magic mushroom clouds, atomic megawatts.
“In churches of your deities, your Holy Huguenots,
Your Imams, Rabbis, Voodoo Dolls and Mitered Lancelots
Lit wicked kindled candled walls in temples (while we fought)
(Used pins and needles, magic spells on makeshift mock whatnots)
And mosques, cathedrals, synagogues have blessed each new onslaught
With prayers for pipers, puppets, pawns, your rigid armed robots.
Continued in Part 2…
Categories:
candled, war,
Form:
Monorhyme
What’s in my name? It’s Candler,
A name as old as English tax.
If you’re of English descent, yours may be too.
Let us take a short trip back.
The Magna Carta united Englishmen,
But created a need for government.
Now, that government required some funding,
So, across the land, tax collectors were sent.
Too many Williams, Simons and Johns.
The tax collectors’ records were a mess.
Ideas were tossed around by the King’s advisors.
“Give them surnames. That would be best.”
So, if John was a carpenter,
Carpenter was assigned as his surname.
John Carpenter of Holbrook would identify
From whence his taxes came.
And so it was for all taxpaying men:
Fishers, Farmers, Smiths, and Wrights,
Thatchers, Tailors, Wellers too.
No man escaped a name and taxes…not even Knights.
So, “What’s a Candler?” you might ask.
Well, there’s more there than meets the eye;
A maker of candles seems an answer quite plain;
But the tax collectors had other Candlers to identify.
There were also those who ‘candled’ eggs;
Held them to a candle: are they fertile or ready to eat?
You see, a fertile egg would one day be a chicken,
To lay more eggs or provide tasty dark and white meat.
Now, if a Candler came from Holbrook,
He later may have taken Holbrook as his name;
But if he chose to stay a Candler,
We’ll likely never know which was his game.
But whether my forefathers candled eggs
Or made candles to light the eerie nights;
They survived and made their meager mark,
And I just love two over easy with toast….. by candle light.
Categories:
candled, education, england, history, jobs,
Form:
Rhyme
When time is still, I'll think fondly of you
Quiet renders of love's probable cause
This love now colored in a vibrant hue
A lingering fragrance that brings this pause
To think of you in a long cotton dress
Walking in fields where eyes invite desire
and hand held laughter skips across its cress,
to challange the world with a passion's fire
As our love sustains our illusion to dream
We'll fill each tender moment we find right
and watch shadows dance in candled theme
To create new memories we'll hold tight
I'll share no reason for these thoughts passing,
or make sense of love being everlasting
contest I Think of You
2/15/15
Categories:
candled, longing, love,
Form:
Sonnet
I dream of roses and a lover's song
The fragrance lingers from yesterday's air,
of sensual touch, when nights were long
And I was drowning in her falling hair
I gave her roses of passionate red
Spreading petals around her sweeter scent
We'd drink from love's cup, drunk on the unsaid
Lost in scented roses, fragrance now spent
Exposing her soul, revealing her cry
Who loved red roses and passionate love
A fiery white light that burned through night sky
She was a lover. One.... dreams are made of
I gave her red roses, for times lover's share,
She gave candled nights, beneath falling hair
contest Roses Roses Roses
Categories:
candled, love,
Form:
Sonnet
PENETRATING EYE~LIDS SHUT APON DREAMING,
SILENTLY AMORE, I LAY, SHIVERING NUTORIOUSLY,
FOR THAT ONE MOMENT, HE LOOKS, AT ME WITH WARM
FIRE IN HIS CANDLED EYES, WHERE A BURNING LOVES DESIRE,
BECOMES CAPTIVATED,IN THE MOON~LIGHTS STARS BED ROOM,
I HAVE RELEASED MY INNER BODY, TO PASSIONATELY GIVE HIM,
MY ALL,WITH NO HESSITATION....
Categories:
candled, passion, romantic,
Form:
Sonnet
thumb tacked , tackled some say by the thumb,
a
bullied pencil pusher sitting upright at mid afternoon.
so thin his ergonomic spinal robot as he leans back
in his plastic office chair.
peering around the corner, around the darkened tan
hedges of the cubicled garden.
now the carpet does not have thorns but the walls
have thier prickled memo tacks.
the aroma of a polynesian wilderness steams
off of a coffee pot down the isle.
he leans back further to a tipping point,
he has a sense of expectation.
on the wall there is a clock with very
ordinary numbers and hands.
he watches them and drifts a little around the
room to evade the god of all square candled boxes.
he loses himself momentarily in a thinly cast shadow
from a window three cubicles down.
like an ethereal black drape it reaches out to him with
dilicate fingers it breaks up the mundane spaces.
just outside of its grasp a silver cord shimmers,
a tiny spider spins its fibrous faith carefully.
its diligent silk web hung along the ceiling
simple as a puritan church.
Categories:
candled, philosophy,
Form:
And there will be no candled moon,
No bones picked clean by virtue's rage
Against all sins left un-forgiven.
Lovers left in limbo-light at dawn
Shall stand as statues stand,
Alone, as broken martyrs
Cast in marbled majesty.
When death destroys our sacredness
All sorrows of the soul are spread
Like seeds across a barren field.
A whale-eyed sailor sings
The hymns of his contrition,
To banished angels caged beneath
A deep and wind-swept sea.
They rise again to wail
Against the shackled straps
Around their proud and pompous souls.
Their dripping teeth are bared
And black with rot of time.
The Vultures hover over
Decimated cityscapes.
Cold moon of winter rising;
Hoar-frost clinging fast
To withered vines.
Fields once fertile now are fallow,
Planters scatter seed for naught,
Their holy harvest stolen
By embittered little gods
Who grope with hope that nature will succumb
And soon become but scuttled rubble - charred!
A world grown old - no longer born anew,
Is stripped and ripped with overkill
Of things once cherished and are cherished still.
Categories:
candled, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
THE ALABASTER BALL
Earth sent invitations
To a danse one night
Requesting all invited
Please – to come in white.
The glass-coached clouds assembled
And the Ebon Sky
Banked its brightest fire,
Snuffed each candled eye.
Then the Winds belled music
Set a whirling pace
And down the Heavens
Waltzed the Snows,
In their finest lace.
Categories:
candled, beauty, fantasy, imagery, snow,
Form:
Rhyme
Selling uranium to Putin through CFIUS
Made less social sense than contracting syphilis
Unless to grow a Global reset chrysalis
Aiding American transformation abyss.
Putin may well employ Wyoming yellow cake
To cower Europeans with nuclear bake
Candled with cancerous cumulus mushroom clouds,
Granting his covering Ukraine with a death shroud.
Categories:
candled, cancer, dark, death, fear,
Form:
Rhyme
winter awakens
life's humble beatitudes
iced with candled glow
12/22/2018
Categories:
candled, winter,
Form:
Haiku
did the Greek philosopher Socrates
ever have thoughts of his own mediocrity,
did Buddha in meditation contemplate
belly-button lint in his belly button sedate?
maybe some Confucian spiritual medium
pondered dust in minute trivial tedium.
did Newton while conjuring Newtonian physics
diverge integrals to converge sum to basics?
who might think the relativity Einstein thunk
of rusted tin-cans, rocks and other space junk
the universal ideas of Hubble and Neils Bohr
might spring from ordinariness, not much more
did Jesus when building blocks of religion
view a mud stain on his robe with derision?
did Mohammed when thinking deep thoughts
find his mind became distracted, distraught?
did Edison surmise that he wasn't too bright
at candled table where he invented the light?
did Voltaire care what Michelangelo did know?
do mediocre minds reap what deep minds sow?
do great minds when thinking of great things
see the law-of-averages that mediocrity brings?
did Spinosa know that mundane goes a long way
to get most'a us through an ordinary day
my supposition is, yes, even great minds digress
intrinsically, mediocrity, is part of all humanity
© Goode Guy 2011-09-22
Categories:
candled, introspection, life, people,
Form:
Quatrain
O’ Lord
I’ll gladly share My wealth and happiness
With one and all
Butt my grief
With none at all
Those are treasured moments
Of my strife
Locked with gifted memories
Of life
When morns golden rays blacked
All colors
Nights silvery octopus tentacles
Squeezed life
Hot lyrical gem talks melted
down ears,
When doors slammed
At sight
Turning colors of hope
Black or white
Candled own blood to
burn life
Shed not a tear lest wash
memories away
Only my shadow clung
By my side
Pushing over rivers filled
Of hungry crocodiles
How can I share such daunting
memories
O’ Lord
Just for momentary relief
Start snatching smiles
Rob some of happines
Watering their eyes
Please’ don’t make me so selfish
‘O Lord, Lest’ start loosing faith on
‘Thee
Facing the sea, with sun setting behind
Shimmering on waves my shadow wept
Urging to drop a tear and loose my wealth
But Nay My Lord, I’ve saved them for ‘Thee
Whenever we meet, kneeling at ‘Thy feet
I'll Shed all my tears n wet ‘Thy robe
But never shall I share my grief
With anybody
Not even with ‘Thee
My Lord
Not even with ’Thee
I’ll gladly share
My wealth and happiness
With one and all
But my grief
With none at all
$kuki
Categories:
candled, inspirational, introspection, life, passion,
Form:
Rhyme
Candling an egg isn’t something new
Centuries ago people learned “how to”
And candlelight was used at its debut
In a dark room, eggs underwent review
The eggs guaranteed infertile to you
All must be candled to prove they will do
Using candlelight, you can see straight through
If any are fertile, remove those few
Selling them to the public is taboo
Eggs in Incubators are candled too
You can tell a “yoker” from the egg’s hue
without some candling, you don’t have a clue
And now having said that, I’ll say adieu!
Submitted by Charles Sides
For the “By CandleLight” Poetry Contest
Categories:
candled, history,
Form:
Monorhyme
All of those words and emotions
Are tired of lingering in my throat and Mind
I want to caress them onto you
But how can I? Anon. there might be a time in our days
I want to tell you-- I'm worthless, Broken, Diedre, Torned, Discarded, Abuse
The past shouldn't control the present but it lingers in my spirit
The words need to come out
The Darkness with Them
What if the truth couldn't set me free, save me from this candled day
Underneath the Grove lies something dark, haunted, and confused
Hidden in Life aren't we all abused
Why can't Eyes see what lies beyond
The Sixes and Sevens Veil
I can't discard the decay
But I'm still entrouved by the past days
why can't eyes see what lies beyond
The Sixes and Sevens Veil
Shrouded against our will
too scared to show
our bare Vulnerable Shadowself
It was the ignorance's bliss that caught you
The Knowledge creates a burden
Too Difficult to Maintain
or was it I?
trying to be part of your soul
The Decay of Your Heart
Sadness can be cured by a few words
Despair is a disease of the Knife
The Eclipse stole the Sun's Sinlight
Underneath the Grove lies something dark, haunted, and confused
Hidden in Life aren't we all abused
Why can't Eyes see what lies beyond
The Sixes and Sevens Veil
I can't discard the decay
But I'm still entrouved by the past days
why can't eyes see what lies beyond
The Sixes and Sevens Veil
You can to try to condemn the pain Inside
But only I can feel the Decay of my heart
I know the quill is better than the razor
But only I can feel the Decay of my heart
Remember your eyes are hazed by bias lies
But only I can feel the Decay of my heart
Underneath the Grove lies something dark, haunted, and confused
Hidden in Life aren't we all abused
Why can't Eyes see what lies beyond
The Sixes and Sevens Veil
I can't discard the decay
But I'm still entrouved by the past days
why can't eyes see what lies beyond
The Sixes and Sevens Veil
You can to try to condemn the pain Inside
But only I can feel the Decay of my heart
I know the quill is better than the razor
But only I can feel the Decay of my heart
Remember your eyes are hazed by bias lies
But only I can feel the Decay of my heart
Categories:
candled, allegory, confusion, death, dedication,
Form:
Lyric
Somewhere on a beach, there are lovers
umbrellas shade their secret kiss
the ocean serenades
and as the salted mist approves
their passion never fades
Somewhere, there’s a table, set for two
with violins and candled glow
a question to invite
a ring in pocket hopes to jewel
a bride dressed all in white
Somewhere, on a golden wedding cake
a couple speaks to memory
still with hand in hand
and guided by a love so true
all perils to withstand
Somewhere, there’s a love forever yours
it lives alone as you don’t know
we are so far apart
If I could only tell you now
that it lives in my heart
Categories:
candled, anniversary, love, passion, romance,
Form:
Rhyme