Best Chaffs Poems
SPRING OF SUBSTANCE
Adorable word drawing a rainbow of substance-- SPRING
Benumb snow-white cloak that drapes the earth,
charmed by strips of golden spotlight above blue skies
delicate cloak now being peeled to show
emeralds of nature: daring to model life
Footsteps ready to walk on warm green grassy ground
guided by cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we to chiff chaffs
hummed in chorus by swifts, mistrels and humble bees
Idyllic scents of daffodils and scilla swirls on mid-air...
Joyful Squirrels springing on loops of woods and rocks
kindles energy burst after their winter sleep.
Lodging everywhere the rising beauty of butterflies
Miles and miles you will see valleys and hills smile.
Nightingales: diva among birds share their lullabies.
Ox huge and strong that home flies now in the stall lies;
Painting bright is the seabird colony of puffins, shags and gulls
quieting your despair and muse for a stare.
Running cluster in the woodlands are bluebells,
seen enough, be a phenologist if you like!
taking notes when and where your first sight:
unfolding flowers, frogs, spawns and others.
Viral is the fun that leaps high during season of spring.
Wildlife a phenomenal broadway to the eyes!
Xanthic warm light will keep all acts alive
yielding an amazing breathing ride to anyone.
Zoom spring and delight in its zaftig view!
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TERMS:
--xanthic--yellow or yellowish
--zaftig--having full view or rounded figure
©O. E. Guillermo
10:12pm, February 25, 2015
Sponsor Shadow Hamilton
Contest Name Abecedarian
Placed 3rd
Categories:
chaffs, environment, life, nature, seasons,
Form:
Abecedarian
So the October sky let loose its stores
in drip and drop as nature restores
the wilted and silted back to life.
A rainbow here, a rainbow there.
All signs of good fortune in time.
The Shuramuroves* flock in distant sky,
criss-crossing in their flap of honor.
Seers cast bones to the harvest of March,
some say it will be too little some too much,
but the bushes are cleared,
Readied for what the farmer bestows.
Sheep bleat to the mounds of chaffs,
cattles goaded for the till
as children pleasure in rain dances.
Some catch ishwa for relish,
some make mud houses
in endeavor to turn around wishes.
Like fallen heroes buried to rise no more,
no seed underneath jingle with the bells of Christmas.
All hopes washed away by October storm.
Not even dew will save the bushes.
Skeletal trees hang, so void of foliage.
The blue sky ushers down the sun’s heat
to lick up our hopes in storms of dust
in relive of the gust of August.
Some say the breeze from the west
got us into this mess.
Some say the gods are longing for an apology
for the granted wish of that fateful November night.
Categories:
chaffs, africa, endurance, spoken word,
Form:
Haiku
I Never See the Wind
Written: By Tom Wright
2/17/2007
The wind slips through my life unseen
Often painting vivid pictures.
It moves things, often from one place to another.
It cools, it warms, it freezes, it chaffs,
And sometimes it howls as if angry
As it passes both animate and inanimate objects;
Other times it becomes docile as if saying to me
I too, tire, and now seek my rest.
I never see or hear this phenomenon called wind
I am always a witness to its effect.
Categories:
chaffs, nature,
Form:
Free verse
They came in their white robes
leaning on ornate wooden staffs.
Witches too, carrying crystal globes
and the wizard loudly them chaffs.
The moon shines fat and full
casting silvery rays of light.
All together they made an eyeful
as they danced through the night.
Worshiping this special time
the priests following the trail
up the hill to the stones they climb
each seeking the mysteries to unveil.
The stones look forbidding crested
up high surveying the valley.
With sword held high he chanted
his words were full of testimony.
After the rites were finished
a blessing given and received.
Leaving the circle spiritually replenished
with solstice duly loved and cherished.
Categories:
chaffs, moon, night, sun,
Form:
Rhyme
By Cherbo Geeplay
You woke me up when I was dead,
teaching the night stars wantonly
to obey the Atlantic; then slashed
my arteries in flight to Lake Piso,
humbling its boundaries, before
fusing them calmly to a gel.
When the elders speak in parables,
it is a mix of pepper soup which the
fufu welcomes and surrounds. As
the deer is trapped in the undergrowth,
so does it wait to be strapped. —These
are the open arms to the farms, mucking
the deserted mansions decked in chocolate
nuts, covered in honey; the lost spectacles
of yesterday is now over. Once gowned with
cluttered cow-webs and peppered with
shrubs, this, before the revival of the
grimy walls, serenade and greened
with lilies whose aroma calls from
a hundred miles to the carpenter
—the tool man and his bride waiting
to be announced as the sun swell
the hilltops, smiling to the boats
sailing on smooth tides.
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Moving quietly to fair waves,
the clouds crushed, hovers,
washing the mud away,
freeing her from the rocks,
bathing the earth and taking
away the dust disguised as
chaffs. the yacht’s inviting voice
is heard throttling along—between
hearty murmurs, chuckling to the
weaving currents, curving the
Atlantic surf, dancing fervidly,
where the fires meet the pits of
burning woods. The hearth in a
melody on the placid shores of Sinkor,
intimately as Monrovia grins to the Atlantic.
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Bewitched, racing to the beaches
is a sweetening of the surf stones.
The shells humbled under the rocks.
In trance, the turtles are running
with the whales, the currents,
silvery, the smell of saltwater
overpowering, yet elegant. Your
slender sailing finger rubbing
my rough ankles bring comfort.
—You woke me up when
I was dead, teaching
the night stars wantonly
to obey the Atlantic Bay,
like seashells humbled under the rocks.
Copyright 2018, Adelaide Literary, NY
Categories:
chaffs, appreciation, love,
Form:
Free verse
Always tried to do my best
still - not much earth blest
of five children one
alone makes me grand
Too foolish in the flower
God chaffs the plan in
love's forgotten-hour
light fails star-bud blooms-
A Promised Place-
a table set
in brighter rooms
beyond regret
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Note:
(In mashing a "normal" poem through a Haiku sieve, I had no conception of "star buds". It happened when I jammed together the thematic elements, lines and rhymes. It was like a bar-fight with my sub-conscience and that's the bloody tooth it spat-out. - R.W)
Categories:
chaffs, angel, forgiveness, god, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
Women frustrate me, like Frito bags
dipped in engine grease; quite unsolvable.
But I love them regardless, queens or hags;
life without them would be improbable,
with their constant nags and lovable chaffs,
their love for jeans that cost more than my car.
They are good for company, smiles and laughs-
just make sure you pay for their drinks at the bar.
But I grow tired of the games that they play
Failures have led my patience to decay.
One took a jackhammer straight to my heart
The other chopped me up like liver tart
now I suppose I would prefer a man
they are much easier to understand.
Categories:
chaffs, funny, people, love,
Form:
Rhyme
I awoke
Alone
In a crowded field
Budding potential
Growing amidst
Disillusionment.
Tossed into the air
Stung by the edges
Of chaffs collusion
Separated
From all connection
To whatever was
Set adrift
On what is
©5/3/2023
Categories:
chaffs, growth, life, spiritual, wisdom,
Form:
Free verse
those little drips of word and water
that spill over but shouldn't oughter
gaffs and chaffs and blurbs that spot
sayer or sprayer marked insensitive clod
clothes spotted damp, pride marked too
antagonizing other camp, unable to redo
even royalty’s spoken without utmost decor
found themselves cast as party's gauche boar
try to interact without accidentally hurting
spoken acid sprayed by thoughtlessly blurting
the only thing to do to mend that situation
a heartfelt apology for unintended aberration
"please excuse my lapse of good propriety"
"I unfavorably spoke, not to seek notoriety"
"merely because I'm human and make mistakes"
"I ask for your pardon, whatever it takes"
"to seek your forgiveness for my intrusion"
"and say I'm truly sorry, in conclusion"
"yet you reader can't see these anomalies"
"...oops...I rest my case...My apologies"
© Goode Guy 2011-09-29
Categories:
chaffs, forgiveness, people, sorry,
Form:
Couplet
Going? Luke. 14:25-27, 34.
Bear foot, I look to bloody prints. To go?, to stay?, to sit at ‘’peace’’? He who knows, knows what’s best. To leave behind close kin? To haul a cross which chaffs the skin? At these I rest to count the cost.
Will I follow? & accept? The invite to create fresh life? To dry the brine, release the salve? Luke took his up & paid the price, He did not wait to roll the dice.
A covenant made in heart, fulfilled, Not by my strength but in His will.
Categories:
chaffs, encouraging, hope, life,
Form:
Free verse
Hopelessness, like krait betwixt stones, creep into heart,
Confusion, like troubled stream, from heart, stands apart;
I am lonely and lost; float on flooding river,
Lifeless! Though reach the banks, I'll live like a sliver...!
I try to avoid despair, yet, like leech it clings,
Looks externally simple; it has hooking strings;
With sufferings and pains it makes my mind brim-fill,
When I find emptiness and void, it remains still...!
How long will my hopelessness last? Will there be end?
To those joys that shake it, will this easily bend?
Is hope, like sun in fog veiled? Or like lost stars gone?
Will, hence, in my life, no costumes of virtues don...?
Am I able to relax in my times of pain?
Seeking divine blessings, do I my soundness gain?
Do I wait and watch for all gloomy times to pass?
Does my outlook end with the tunnel of impasse...?
Step-by-step, little-by-little I try to reach,
Zenith of freedom and my troubles to impeach...
Roughness in me, toward me, like chaffs in winds, blown,
I tread the paths of life Holy Scriptures have shown...!
11 August 2022
Categories:
chaffs, angst, depression, life, pain,
Form:
Rhyme
How times were different so long ago,
when pure survival dominated life.
No extra frills to fill long hours- bestow
enjoyment- mostly work to ease our strife.
We girls, mid-afternoon, when school was done,
might go to fields to gather wheat for bread-
not going to a park and having fun
like city girls, who walk with friends instead.
We'd go back home- arms holding chaffs of wheat-
begin the process- thresh, winnow, and grind;
roll out and bake before we'd earn to eat-
unlike in towns where bread for sale you'd find.
But, happiness was ours in modest ways;
survival of the family- the goal.
Fulfillment and achievement ruled those days-
not happiness for self, but for the whole.
Categories:
chaffs, family, farm, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
Both teams seem equal. Can we call this A and B?
Coin tossed; goal-post chose; both, lo, relax for a wee;
The referee blows his whistle, B to kick-start,
Players plunge into deed; wet lips of spectators part...!
Dribbling, passing, defending, heading, and juggling,
One could see each team for a maiden shoot struggling;
Offside - says the referee whistling; it's team A,
When inquired, and verified, the messed up hums: Uh...!
B kicks the ball out; the ref calls for a throw-in;
Midst a life and death game, matters seem tough going;
A gets the first yellow card; the referee says;
Playing rough! Within A team there's a blast-like whiz...!
When B gets the red card, A, like hyenas, laughs,
Each team takes pleasure in making the other chaffs;
A kicks, as ferocious as a wild ox; Ball out!
At B's corner kick, bullets-like fan-fair cheer-shout...!
Soon, lo, the minute arrives, when A kicks a goal,
Sure, each one of the team has put their heart and soul!
The score soon turns equal, with B's penalty kick,
Like wizards, oh, both start showing many a trick...!
Like a thrill-filled action film, is a football game,
With thousands of mixed feelings spectators aflame;
Each, as though in love, in the game heart endorses,
Passions of players, in watchers, gallop like horses...!
24 December 2022
Poetry In Motion Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
Categories:
chaffs, games,
Form:
Rhyme
May blood vessels of affection amalgamate within!
And nucleus of compassion, like a fish and its bin…
Enabling ethical thoughts and words, and deeds coruscate,
Like sparks of virtues from fires of wisdom permeate...!
May evils that muddy the pools of purity give way,
To the crystal clear stream of goodness that would come to stay!
Wars and woes like cruel beasts before wildfire flee away,
Peace, like the rhythm of the universe, hearts, and minds, sway...!
When friendship by hatred is broken, may mercy flow in!
Bombs, cannons and missiles turn plows and people's hearts win;
May anything that leads the common human folks to sin,
Like husks and chaffs turn ashes in the fire of God's grin...!
Acceptance in place of rejection, may miracles bring!
Optimism in lieu of pessimism all evil views fling;
May discontentment, weakness, ingratitude, and sadness,
Bloom, this entire year, into bouquets of true happiness...!!!
01 January 2023
Categories:
chaffs, new year,
Form:
Rhyme
The End time
The clock is speeding up til end of the earth
Heaven and Earth have been waiting for this
Each day, a prophecy is being fulfilled as told
Eastern gate from Zion salvation will come
Now, the children of God see their messiah
During this time comes the true remnants
Tribulation swill sort wheat from the chaffs
Israel, you were warned of this desolations
Mount Zion God Son messiah he will return
Eden Gods' garden, it will finally be restored
Categories:
chaffs, christian, god, jesus,
Form:
Acrostic