Best Chaff Poems
a saraband
Your tirade comes, it doth commence,
a hundred miles away I sense
your raging, whiny voice so tense.
In restful tones, my evening sigh
doth thank these stars, you’re in L.A.
I shirk my duties ever nigh
and thoughts engage where'er they may.
As I recline, dark quickly falls
and in my dreams, I snub your calls.
Yet when I wake, receding walls
resound your dire return to home.
I sense both hearts long to be free.
Go claim L.A., just let me roam
these miles that winnow thee from me.
Lamet!
is what she hears first
him, screaming her second name
as he descends upon her
no time to process
gravity
a thud, tearing her core to shavings
Maiweeeee! She is puzzled.
His baritone dropping the 'n'
agitation
a wooden scrabble.
Nothing is left between her
and Pee, not a grain
all’s crushed
smothering their screams
interlocking their groans.
He is a pawn, no saphead
giving it to her, a pounding
her splinters
putting him on like a glove
a blood-wood
fragments of his body all over her.
She, a Mortal
(he notes the ‘r’ replacement)
implodes in silence, his pain.
She is deep
no winnowing basket
Her pleas chaff going with the wind
consummating with eyes
but she, too dry to go gunky.
Left to recline in the tree shade, heaves
silent sighs among groundnut sheaves
“You know I l-o-v-e you,”
“Yet it spells p-a-i-n, right?”
“We are just pieces of a g-a-m-e dear,”
he sighs rolling onto his back.
Watered and nurtured in
a congregation of a large brotherhood
the master is loving and caring
never allowing harm befall us all
or competition from green exploiters trouble us.
Weeds are cleared and burnt
Pests- fought back and eradicated,
all these enjoyment and their corresponding blessings
so unthinkable and unexplainable but real.
Then comes another master
with lips that can hallucinate the mind to goodness
and countenance so charming to both good and evil.
Our backs are scraped off to look a new
then packaged in groups to look so refined.
Excitement between brothers overwhelms all emotions
then off we leave the master’s shed
going to an unknown with the hope of better blessings.
In bits, we are sold out
angry I am that others were chosen ahead of me
then my time comes as warm hands collect me
washed and broken into pieces- my new self.
I looked bountiful in appearance
and so gracious in sight.
Why didn’t my first master do these things?
Why was he so rigid and uneventful?
Why did he care so much to limit my independence?
And all he wants is to put us under his oversight.
Different buyers come for different parts of me
the same mouths clothed in smiles
are the same sucking all sweetness out of me
each bite, a merciless chew
complemented by a drag of my light
into their darkness to render me worthless.
Now that I am reduced to nothing,
I am thrown out to the ground straight from the mouth
while hands stay irritated and too proud
to touch or carry me to my ruin.
From one to ten and them hundreds of feet,
they all step on me without noticing.
Oh such care from the plantation!
Now I wish I had remained there
I long to return to the brotherhood
and pray for the loving arms of my first master.
All others are beings of deception and lies
they come only to steal, to kill and to destroy
but He gives life eternal to those who seek it.
I am the sugarcane chaff and right now redemption is far gone
but I leave this note to let you know
that your ability to read it is a chance to accepting Him.
I baptize you with water for repentance. But after me comes one who is more powerful than I, whose sandals I am not worthy to carry. He will baptize you with the Holy Spirit and fire.
is winnowing fork is in his hand, and he will clear his threshing floor, gathering his wheat into the barn and burning up the chaff with unquenchable fire.”
Matthew 3:11-12 NIV
Song by George Jones
Perhaps you don’t live on a farm, so let me explain. Threshing wheat is an activity where you take a pitchfork, get a scoop of harvested wheat, and throw it up in the air. You’d always do it in a windy place so the wind could come through and separate the chaff from the wheat. The chaff would be carried away and discarded. Because the kernel of the wheat is heavier, it would fall to the ground and you could collect it and have it to eat.
Therefore, Jesus came to send His spirit within all which seek in this moment. Jesus brought judgement to come upon us in the harvest at hand from His death and resurrection. Into the spirit of fire at Pentacost. We have a battle within over our soul . The spirit of Jesus is the mighty wind which can separate the old self which is no good to be carried away and thrown into the fire.The chaff is of satan which keeps one from seeking Christ , oh what deceiver satan is to try and appear good, but is out to kill,steal and destroy all with division. To become wheat we must be reborn of the spirit promised, eating His bread, the true wisdom, knowledge,and understanding not taught of mankind knowledge of this world, for this new creation is to pull one out this world and to place one into the barn, with the old self left to the outside in flames. The spirit of Christ dwelling within one keeps the soul out of harms danger in the barn.
Snake oil does not cure the curse when it enters the blood
Two blind eyes have turned face inside they burn out of focus
Cold as ice cutting to the core nightshades has twisted the soul
love your enemies as they suffer from hate
it is time to bury the hatchet in words
When humans take away certain values we are left with monsters
Removing peace and justice that which dictates against the truth
Leaving this world to its vices instruct the ignorant
do right by God as we move forward getting closer to the grave
This personal death and abandonment has created in many
an individual fear in the shame one feels
is within that being judged by their own sins
Loyalty brings even the fortified few to falter somnambulantly in succession
As if tranced to commit, their convictions are true yet skewed
The blind emotional outburst of bigotry and cynicism conveyed
Is but a microcosm of what pain these individuals likely feel
Something of an atrocity to be used and told when to kneel
Although the accused has seen duress they gladly contride the thoughts of madness itself
I feel that you deny me reproof yet I will not pity that which cannot choose
As sad as it seems to me I see I've held on to honesty gleaning
Were supposedly a friend you said having talks breaking bread
But now that I see that your truth is my lie I know time will determine the test that was cheated
The sad part I'll say and to my dismay is that there wasn't discussion, just conceded
Hope it's enjoyed, misconception eroded have the seat that keeps you yearning and teeted....
O' master of my heart! Pray to thee
Thrash the grain against the chaff
This heart is sterile and barren like a babe
has its partner but without being grave
Let it have union with thee
to create a zygot of virtuosity
When the foetus is ready to move around the womb
don't let it guard on its own
since the soul on its own is in grave danger
may be attacked by the devil stranger
Pray to thee , let the baby come out safe of the narrow passage
And rear it up like a mother and father and then a guide
since roads of life are diverse laned and wide
here the traffickers know no traffic rules
Be the traffic police to guide its way
so never it has any negative sway
O' Master! pray to thee become its nurse
therefore it may cast away the appalling curse
Govind Goyal
Assistant Professor
IMS Law College, Noida
Beauty without blemish... This is a unusual behavioral response to this beauty mishmash...
All along I've been in darkness...Not until her glowing splendor of beauty shone in my life with meekness...
I could do anything to impress her... I knew you're for me Vanessa..
Your lips speaks a flamboyant melody to my ear.. How I wish u were here...
Your smile so cute... It gives me goose bumps as I stare with my mouth mute...
Your hair is long, dark, exquisite & tempting to touch...although you said you don't like people touching it, I think of pulling it back your head & hope you don't scream ouch!
Cause I can't withstand seeing you in pain... I would rather suffer for your gain..
Vanessa! I love you, though I know this sounds insane... Can't help it but to wish I was dancing with you in the rain..
You're loving & cool...and I wish I was there with you...
I know you may think its all a chaff but it's true... Just as Roses are Red & Skies Blue...
Your image isn't fading from my eyes... Indeed in you that's where True beauty lies...
This is for you from deep down my heart... I hope and pray will never get apart..
shave your mind and soul
the chaff drifts in the water
of nihilism
life lost
hope lost
loved ones die, bravery gets applauded
cities shut down, the economy collapsed
no food
no work
no cash
stay home
wear mask
an effective vaccine, the miracle drug
human contact, grandparents get a kiss
love smiles
hold hands
tender hugs
new year
new hope
yesterday's legacy, chaff in the wind
forgotten miseries; stories lost to time
a chance
a prayer
a dream
Canine teeth that glimmer with the moonlights gaze
Open mouthed to taste unsalted tears of dripping clouds
Howls are gargled as they swallow the forlorn
Straw men sit and sift the spaces
that make their shifting frame
Wheat whips splash across the backs
as yelping oil dogs
turn to puddles black
Straw men slowly hack
at chaff offspring
that seem to laugh
Obsidian flame burning in the acid rain
as shadow ghost murmur
their stolen names
What’s done is done
As the chips fall
And the die is cast
Each of us
Taking a part
Donning a mask
To play
Our allotted role
At each step
The road forks
With freedom and tyranny
The choice to make
And so we do
Instinctively, habitually
Compulsively or consciously
A choice that’s always ours
Whose world do you live in after all
One inherited from deceivers
Who apply bandaid visions
To your mind
Or one you find revealed
In each moment
As you joyfully sacrifice
All that has come before
(9/30/24)
Duality which is in motion must be stilled
If we would observe singular reality within
Muddied waters need to be distilled
Only when the mists clear, may meditation begin
Perpetual motion of body, senses & thought
Grooves of habit having huge momentum
Repressed subconscious fears & desires, which we forgot
Are all our nemesis resident in the egos sanctum
Without stopping that which is in motion
Negativity may yet be abdicated
By disassociation
In four easy steps to a consciousness elevated
Contemplation
Acceptance
Transformation
Transcendence
Four effortless steps to permanent wellness
Of which only the first two we need to walk
The last two bestowed by the Universe in stillness
So simple, so easy, yet strangely we balk!
02-November-2020
No so funny, man,
Feeding me spam,
Morbidly yours, all right,
More verbs, how blight,
Don't waste your words,
You're beyond absurd,
Negative chaff and chatter,
Really does not matter,
Get over yourself,
Get off that shelf,
Go get a life,
Signed, your only wife!
No one believes your spam,
Morbidly yours, now scram!
Don’t Be As Chaff
Written: by Tom Wright
10-21-2016
It’s a stressful time frame in which we live,
The world situation is making many sick.
Heart’s filled with hate, little love to give,
Surely God readies to come back quick.
Protest and violence plague every land,
And our cry continues for peace once more.
While failing to adhere to God’s command,
Earthly peace, we seek, He will not restore.
Our only true peace is found in Jesus,
No earthly thing that by hand was earned.
They’re temporal, meant to briefly please us,
Mimic the wheat or like chaff be burned.