Best Capping Poems
Your feelings in a group of touring innocence
travel up North towards trust and sincerity
in sweet submissive care like a carefully rubbed suede.
You put day light into your entrapment
for noontide to go nonstop.
Caress from yonder, massage from under
your skirts make appetite nonchalantly mourn
your legs present so nutraceutical to manly weakness.
If your bones are licked by wild beasts
the jungle would be protected by the ghost of sweet affection.
If the rains fall through the planes of your body
vapours of lust and desires will spring out of the Earth.
Your expensive flare, expresses you as a needed nougat
sliding pleasurably though wet lips in a greasy enjoyment of noodles
with aroma and taste capping up a nouvelle cuissine.
Night is dead from your day-long engaging chemistry
making the aggression of your nubile emission
in ration to any attempted resistance an improper fraction
when the night's light strike your contrasting body
for the creation of a mobile image so dark and graceful,
nature will sit down beauty for a serious interview.
I joined the mile high club
Love as one began dreaming magic beautiful sunflower rays
dancing feelings within clouds gleaming
Blossoming flowers within your star lighting crystals
frosted dewdrops sparkle inside treasuring soul thoughts
embracing warm smiles in dazzling sunshine beams
Baby you always take the lead
as the winds haunting moans crying through the trees
howling one spirit of a lone wolf born under the cold moon
Sure as the clouds gather together capping
heavily darken with rainfall running down the mountain
one silver stream chain towards the great Atlantic
Most purest star of blinding light
sitting high among'st the angels
stunning heartstrings when warmly plucked
Strummed touching echoes warm vision of a goddess
kissing dark jewels flickering lights up across many oceans
always waves land on golden sands footprints our forever
unrhymed tercet
A silver creeping mist
falling one cloud
capping the mountain
Like a great waterfall
in a faraway distance
I began dreaming gold
Inside the vision silver fingers
pointing out spears slowly
crumbling forward
Embracing one pure gift
relic treasure memory of love
Warm sweet glowing jewel in deep beauty
Happiness inside shining diamond
joy beaming your sunshine baby a star
lighting one gem brightly dazzles a pearl
I drew with a 6/stepping up waves to 9 syllable count then we reach cloud 9/9/9 10 is the perfect ending 10 out of 10 a mad way I am trying to draw a jewel
Song:- 1990
Mother Mother
love me love me
love me love me
I need your love
(repeat)
why don't you like me?
why do you hate me?
why do you hit me?
Mother Mother
where is your love?
where is the safety I think of?
when I hear -
Mother Mother !!
Mother Mother
are you mine?
why don't you love me?
why do you hate me?
why do you hit me?
Mother Mother
How can I live without love?
I hide in the dark
I build walls in my mind
For I can't believe
Mother Mother
You don't love me.
I have posted this for others that are facing suicidal questions.
This was a healing song written to release my own walls that I used to protect
myself from age 4 and onwards. Was reading Daisy Tyrell request for feedback. Hope it helps a little. I could fill a book on the subject of the fight for life. Will attempt to put some in words as I can.
And it is a fight - those that are willing never to surrender will live. I remember, one time - stuck in a noisy hospital wing, a friend also suicidal at same time in another city. I wrote every moment, filling a large A4 pad. On my knees, crying - I was writing " I want to live" I am willing to live. Over and over. Line after line. Page after page. Also writing to my friend -
encouraging him to fight and live. I won my fight that time -but my friend
did not. When I heard of his death - It put me right back in hospital again.
The fight started all over again -never easy, but I won that one too and several more after that!
Daisy's poem talks of wanting to find beauty within. That may not be what there is to find. A great truth is found the point of rock bottom. Mental health counsellors term it 'bedrock'. When you find bedrock -you find your truest self. It was to my great astonishment I found my bedrock housed an
unquenchable spring of joy! Once I came to terms that this was the real me -
I was able to identify what was capping that well of joy. It took another 15 years to free myself from all those restrictive people. Once totally free never had another mental health issue. Funny that.
I have only shared this to hopefully encourage others. These times are long gone and totally cleared for me. Live a joyous, happy clownish though late starter life. Love always - Virginia
"a dagger of pain, a tear of grief"
quote by Constance La France
Tossing and turning, I think
where is the lid to this pain?
Perhaps, capping this catastrophe
will cause an explosion.
It’s nightmares like these
that come from my bouts with radiation.
A wish for death, easy death
to hasten the slow burning of my flesh.
Thirst unquenchable,
my tears have dried up my throat
the mere thought of eating, drinking anything
fuels my nausea
which drives me to further visions.
The doctor says it’s working
maybe five more sessions.
What good will a body be
if I lose my mind?
May 16, 2023
contest: Writing Challenge "A" quotes
hostess: Constance La France
Words,
a mouthful of sonic projectiles,
little payloads of hurt,
rage-tipped,
enough pain
to stop any assailant,
ready to explode into the
few feet of air between
you and the target,
punch through,
expand.
No entry wound,
no exit wound,
all internal trauma,
capping verbal crossfire
in a little
domestic drama.
Split-second decision.
Do you pull the trigger,
claim victory,
and concede a kind of defeat?
Or do you uncock the hammer,
knowing there'll be
casualties,
one at
each
end?
Love is in caring wind
In morning song birds string
Love is capping weep
In the coldest night's weird
Love is a cane of sugar
In cascade of river enclosed
Love is a call of heart
And pains love in lone crowd
Hailstones falling from the sky
blown by a cold icy cutting wind
bouncing off the ground
clouds black to grey shawl
winter takes hold
The ground takes shades of white
snow capping the mountains peaks
First snowflake falls
gently melting settling on one finger
Thoughts drifting away inside the soft touch
Petals caressing heart and soul singing
a choir chanting pulling strings
blowing warm breaths clouding steam
frozen whisper of time
feelings flutter into your space
Dancing to loves tune
weaving our silken soft emotions together
ribbons of light piercing a single teardrop
holds beautiful love in high esteem
I will take you my love higher
to where the heart darling
will always and forever
surrender to you without pain
The snow queen smile, cracks ice
The sky is slowly melting as the sun blisters through,
The forecast is capping near one hundred twenty-two.
Birds stopped chirping, squirrels left without a clue,
Water trickles slowly, no trace of brilliant blue,
Oh such loving grandfather with inventions fresh and new,
Why were you so unaware of what global warming would do?
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Form: Monorhyme
Written: 07/14/2016
Contest: One Stanza - One Only
Sponsor: Broken Wing
Results: 5th Place
Teeter tottered between dock and boat
Boarded with a box of supplies
Security and radio check completed
Sounds of people chattering, horns beeping, and seagulls squawking
Sailboat untied
Drifted away from mooring
Engine engaged
Stern exchanged for bow and headed for horizon
Navigated through channel markers and out into open water
Engine killed and sail hoisted up mast
Sound of water lapping against boat
Sailboat bobbed and turned like a piece of driftwood on the ocean
Light reflected off of metallic objects on boat and turquoise water
Fully furled sails captured the wind
Boat lurched forward and sideways
White knuckle grip on silver plated wheel
Capsize averted by keel
Headed to skyline under captains command
White capping waves and powder-puff clouds seen to the limits of vision
Visibility clear for miles in every direction
Sounds of wind whipping sail and water rushing against boat
Loss of time
Distracted by enchantment
Coast line disappeared
Gripped with panic
Fear of the unknown
Swaying between civilization and solitude
Control regained with self-rationalization
Warmth of sun felt on face
Mesmerized by the sun painting on a canvas of light blue and aqua
Dropped sail and anchor on leeward side of a small island
Snow white sand and coconut trees swaying in the breeze
Dined with silence and serenity
Dolphins played at dusk
Moon rise with waves breaking reflection
Diamonds of heaven sparkling and some falling into the ocean
Gently rocked to sleep by calm dark water
Prep done with glowing heart
The list grows as day gets near
Decked out in fall pumpkin hues
Reminiscent of harvest bounty
All the fixin’s for a feast
Every detail thought thru
Enticing aromas fill the house
Carving turkey with precision
Best china set ‘round the table
Sharing drinks in finest crystal
Toasting to happiness and health
Ready for capping off the banquet
Are flaky pies hot in the oven
Saying grace comes natural
When gifted with sweet abundance
True friends and loving family
Sturdy roof over our heads
Fortunate are we in every way
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on October 25, 2019 for contest THANKSGIVING MEMORY sponsored by REGINA RIDDLE - RANKED 5TH
Mama if you love me please don't cut the cord
Don't separate me from your world
And cast me into this wicked earth
Look at the hills of Longonot
Do you see ice capping
All I see is fire on the hills
Coming down to consume me
So mama, don't the cut the cord.
Mama when you bear me take a deep breath
Feel how the air chocks your lungs
So irritating you will not feel your labor pains
Mama my lungs are weak to purify
The outside world is polluted
So much filth in the air
Carbonated than beverages
So mama,dont cut the cord
Mama don't bear me to these streets
Where nobody gets enough of anything
Or worse,so rough no one gets anything
Other than convicts,deaths and miseries
Mama these streets turn brothers against brothers
Survival is for the killers and thieves thrives
Cemeteries overflowing
So Mama,don't cut the cord
Mama you know I love so much don't cut the cord
I want us to be immortal and live forever
Let's be gods through the umbilical cord
And give back life when one dies through it
Feed you when you no longer have teeth
When you no longer can swallow
And do the same to me when I no longer can
So Mama, Don't cut the cord
Tell me those lies
you alone can tell
with that spark in your eyes
as accompanying jest
I’ll take the mirage
of love my friend
hide in a smile
the pain
of a heart lacerated
by claws
hidden in softness
of paws
Trust me it’s love
Autumn tears
falling
washing wound
then covering
with sunset leaves
capping
with snow soft gauze
protecting
from passionate winds
while resting
in arms of love
protected
Trust me it’s love
Sun rays peaking
then hiding
through wind blown
curtains inviting
to flowering branch
where hiding
love bird is singing
and waiting
for heart to get drunk
on sunlight
dreaming of paradise
awaiting
Trust me it’s love
Pearly moon light
romancing
pupils seem to vanish
reversing
pale night sky
into an expanse
of serene blue light
breezy spring scent
inebriating
music of stars serenading
two hearts
circling each other
Forever in love
Sixt Place Winner: Brian Strand Contest 1290-2/29/24
First Place Winner: Brian Strand-All Yours-3/4/21
Sixth Place: Craig Cornish- Blue- 1/11/19
Sixth Place: William Kekaula- Say It Again- Contest-5/15/21.
Third Place: Brian Strand-No 1203-3/27/23
white capping turberlance
mirrors the distress of my soul...
Seagulls ride the wind
caught in their delight
peace and joyful moments...
all distress takes flight
Written Friday, June 07, 2013
I Dont Give A Fig About The Brouhaha...
of new year's eve,
yet yours truly does consider
at least one singular plum me facet by Jeeve
er...Robert (or Rabbie) Burns,
a profoundly poignant poem, he did conceive.
Anyway, this wordsmith fascinated
by historical lyricist whose unbelieve
hub bull lee brief life, nonetheless
made a lasting contribution,
a psalm burr tune folks across webbed
wide world sing to grieve
of recent sorrows past, plus pay
homage to joys summoned from
deep within core of soul bellowed
forth with an exultant heave
perhaps unbeknownst to most Robert Burns
(25 January 1759 – 21 July 1796) did leave
his lasting legacy, sans (as national poet
of Scotland celebrated worldwide)
particularly the classic traditional chestnut
auld lang syne rendered in many versions
waving white capping
New Year's eve celebration proud
accomplishments one did achieve.
Coincidentally, "Auld Lang Syne"
and "America the Beautiful"
at which juncture, I interject
a historical grace note to mull
how latter named above patriotic
song in the United States,
(lyrics written by Katharine Lee
Bates saw many occasions
after music composed by church organist
and choirmaster Samuel
A. Ward at Grace Episcopal Church
in Newark, New Jersey) dull
lighting oomph and pizazz, extant
since early 1900s, origin gin null
intent format arranged as poem,
"Pikes Peak first published
Fourth of July full
edition of the church periodical
The Congregationalist in 1895,
now sung by mull teat hoods at Super Bowl
every year since 2009, and appeared pull
say ting stadiums at some sports events
after the 9/11 terror attack hull
lob bell loo in 2001.
The song comprises four verses,
one of isung before kick-off
in NFL's showpiece game.
Just by giving cerebral activity free rein,
this inquisitive mind of mine
learned how twenty first century New Year's
celebration include auld lang syne
linkedin with feted mid eighteenth poet
laureate, whose death at thirty seven, his spine
tingling spirit issues forth to give
him immortality almost divine
everlasting longevity within the pantheon
of August artists who humanity did assign
an eternal place future generations will
revere such metrical design.