Best Cometh Poems
As All Hallows’ Eve approacheth my thoughts turneth to darkest dread,
Whilst in old age I harboureth a deep fear of seeing this one’s grim head;
Methinks the Grim Reaper cometh this time with his scythe in hand,
Which striketh maximum fear in me and maketh him feel quite so grand.
Death and darkness doth pervade this spirit’s intent from that great beyond,
And bringeth one a chilling fear if one’s destiny be unending Hellspawn;
All Hallows’ Eve is the image I conjureth of my imminent departure,
But I hopeth for divine intervention and protection during this departure.
For I shan’t want to feel the fear and malediction of the Grim Reaper’s gaze,
As he eerily walketh in the deep mist to bringeth my soul into that darkest haze;
I prayeth then Oh Lord God, haveth an Angel escort me on my final trip beyond,
And spareth me the Grim Reaper’s terrifying visit and his image of Hellspawn.
I asketh thy divine power and all goodness in protecting my eternal spirit and soul,
And delivereth them to Heaven on All Hallows' Eve most sound and quite whole!
Amen! Amen! Amen!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved - October 25, 2014
(Shakespearean Sonnet)
Categories:
cometh, allegory, dark, evil, fantasy,
Form:
Sonnet
Ambling thro' the museum today an object caught my eye,
Inviting me to pause and reminisce about a time gone by.
'Twas an old oaken icebox standing there on display.
That ancient relic served as the family refrigerator in its day.
I recollected that we had one like it when I was a tyke,
Growing up on the Hoosier farm on fabled Farmer's Pike.
It cooled the milk and cream and butter that Mom made,
To spread on fresh-baked bread with a tad of marmalade!
What a refreshing sight on a sweltering summer's day,
To see the iceman's truck slowly meandering our way,
Along Farmer's Pike, crystal-clear ice stacked on the truck,
And anticipating a sliver of ice to chomp on and suck!
Mom put a card in the window to show the amount of ice required.
The iceman took note of this and delivered the ice desired.
He'd carry a hundred-pound block of ice on his burly back,
As nonchalantly as if toting feathers in a gunny sack!
Iceboxes served their purpose and in museums they now repose.
Once in awhile you'll find them at flea-markets and antique shows.
Fancy refrigerators now cool the grub and make the ice.
The iceman's logo I yet recall, "Iceman's Ice Is Twice As Nice!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Categories:
cometh, nostalgia
Form:
Rhyme
The falling man, one photograph captured in time
An unforgettable image, imprinted on this mind
He represents us all, weather we like it or not
His faith did not kill him, destiny was his lot
Spiralling out of control, once the planes hit
Acting purely on instinct, not champing the bit
Fire and terror stoked decisions, until overcome
Incinerating heat compels him, never did he jump
This was no leap of faith, Infinitely more than that
A transcendence into agony, he’s looks down at
I try to pen his plight, impossible as it seems
Of a world going mad, upon our Tv screens
I wish it was over quick, that fall to his death
Alas he suffered slowly, until the very last breath
I’m been brutally honest, won’t gloss over the facts
For we owe it to him, it’s with innate honesty, he acts
A picture’s worth one thousand words, some disagree
Falling man, gives nothing away, we can clearly see
My heart’s telling this story, his fall sets the stage
An immortalised snapshot of life, will never fade
For all other innocents, murdered that fateful day
If there’s a silver lining, it’s with confidence I’ll say
Your loved ones cradled you, as the towers fell down
Far across many nations, pain is felt inside every town
Sun and moon appeared together, purposely that morn
Heavenly bodies, bore witness to a new world reborn
And this occurrence, should give a tiny ray of hope
Not used as a tool of glee by Helios misanthropes
Below is a comments box will the Helios misanthrope set foot in it
not a cowardly chance
By
David Kavanagh
Categories:
cometh, truth,
Form:
Rhyme
Heavenly Master, mirror-less races ...,
fat, thin, tall, short, friend, foe--didn't you know?
Soul choose sin--soulless|soul forgive saves--us.
Saved souls Heaven bound|ground zero soulless,
selves/reborn, lame bod/mind--restored, UP ... GO!
Heavenly Master, mirror-less races ...,
Scriptures were Written, contemps..., made lawless.
Man can't deny soul's Heaven? God said so!
Soul choose sin--soulless|soul forgive saves--us.
God needs 12 votes, could pass? Ridiculous!
West--still Wild! Protestant? Not sure. Tarot???
Heavenly Master, mirror-less races ...,
The East ... not Orthodox! Cause their name says?
Andromeda's next, come on let's go ... NO!
Soul choose sin--soulless|soul forgive saves--us.
We know the outcome, the show is for us,
Gabriel. Michael ..., he waits ... the last show ...,
Soul choose sin--soulless|soul forgive saves--us.
Heavenly Master, mirror-less races ...,
Categories:
cometh, change, conflict, confusion, earth,
Form:
Villanelle
My prankster, older son, came home from college, just the other day.
He saw such great possibilities, in how, he, with the Trolls, could play.
Now, you must remember, my son, has always been, a tad bit wild.
But, he truly is a charmer, when he has a new brainchild, compiled.
The Postman had been so Leary of dropping off mail, with the Trolls about.
So daily, I would greet him, explaining, they were really harmless, big old louts.
And I complained a little, of the time spent, to convince him, back at the house.
So my son took up the cause, yes, he was actually going to try to help me out.
Each day, he got the mail, I was so proud that he was trying to solve my plight.
He said he had an idea, which he would try, the last day in town, to set it right.
Of course, I believed him, he was my son, and I felt such pride, as he drove away.
Then I waited for the surprise, he’d set with the Trolls, to make everything OK.
The postman made his rounds, as usual, until he came toward our house.
Then he shot off like a rocket, which was truly outward bound… the louse.
So I ran out to catch him, for in his hurry, he’d forgotten to drop off my mail…
But he was so fast that I missed him… so back to the house I did sail…
In front of the garage… sat 3 Trolls in bib overalls in their rocking chairs.
Across their laps lay shotguns, yes, the really heavily gauged ones…
And there before my eyes were crickets playing banjos all around…
With ‘Deliverance’, the song they’d used, to make that mailman bound…
But don’t worry; I got even with my prankster son… To end this tale…
The next time he ask for money… I said… the check is… in the mail.
1st place in the Contest: Smile Your on Candid Camera
Categories:
cometh, adventure, fantasy, funny, imagination,
Form:
Light Verse
A devil in three-piece polyester
Sweaty jowls hanging over starched collar
Worker’s bane, savings account molester
Stalking your front door, try not to holler
Huntin’ for your cash; not all he will do
Piles of workers’ scalps under his front seat
Lambs to the slaughter for our Darthie-poo
Laundering funds for government elites
Business buys Washington, who buys the vote
Our tax dollars, the machine’s power source
IRS laws cut the middle class’ throat
Wall Street’s equal opportunity whores
Puts the “fun” in “fundraising” for the Man
Darthie’s knocking and he’s not here to beg
One measly pound of flesh, that’s not his plan
By law, he’s due at least one arm and leg
4/20/16
Categories:
cometh, america, money, society,
Form:
Quatrain
Dawn comes larking through the trees
And heaven drips in fiery gold
Praise comes winging on bended knees
New mercies refresh my soul
From gritting sand faith finds its pearl
From wounded hands man's guilt is healed
Walk with me where winds now swirl
Behold the joy that daylight has revealed.
Sorrow silently melts away with night
Joy cometh in the morning full and bright
Every leaf drips jewels in love's light
Dawn comes golden and blessed is my sight
***
Here am I to embrace you, tongue wet,
Dew drenched; sweet flows this silent rivulet
Categories:
cometh, faith, inspirational, nature
Form:
Verse
WE COMETH TO MARS
Now after so many trials and errors we have succeeded where all of the others have failed. We arrived on Mars in a mechanical form, a small rocket called Fred.
Contact is by radio, twenty minute delay between the two worlds. Just forty years ago all of this would have seemed a dream.
With our advanced technology and a little luck we have achieved the impossible.
Now Fred slowly picks his way over the Martian surface probing and picking his scientific way using his probe.
His batteries last only a week but imagine what he will see; we sit back on Earth and watch in awe as data streams forth.
This is truly a historic moment, one of the most important yet for man. Soon he will follow in a manned mission, following Fred and his one-way trip.
Categories:
cometh, adventure, science, space, technology,
Form:
Free verse
"D"~DAY (TH' DAY COMETH...)
JUST AS PEACE,SEEMED TO EASE US OF MISERY...
DOUBT N' CONTEMPT ARISES,YET 'GAIN TO GREETETH OUR CONTENTMENT
TH' WORLD'S REQUIRING OF INTRICACY,RESOUNDS DINS OF DISDAIN
PLUCKING AT OUR SANITY'S STRINGS,THIS IGNORANCE REWARDS US MOROSE
TO TH' POINT OF BREAK,OUR TOLERANCE IS STRETCHED TAUGHT
REASONING NOW DOUSED OF DEBAUCHERY,OUR EMPATHY WAXES FUTILE
WHEN 'TIS FULFILLED,WRATH WILL RESTORETH SIGHT OF TH' OBLIVIOUS
FOR TH' TRUTH OF THEIR PRURIENCE,SHALL PROVE THEMSELVES PRIMITIVE
TH' PERVERSION OF KNOWLEDGE,ONCE MORE AFFIRMS DESECRATION
BY ADORNING OF GRACE WE WERE REDEEMED...NOW LOOMS DEATH OF DIGNITY
LUXURY SPREADS IT'S ROOTAGE,SO OF IT'S VINES WE ARE ENTANGLED
EXPEL TO HELL THEIR WANTONESS,N' THEIR EGOSTIC DESIRES OF GAIN
ABORTED FROM OUR WOMBS OF PIETY,THEY NOURISHED NO REMORSE
ROES OF REPRISAL THEY HATH CONCEIVED,OF PROFITOUS FORNICATIONS
THEIR SURETY IN AFFLUENCE,SHALL CERTAIN THEIR CONCLUSION
WHEN DULY ACHIEVED COMETH...
...THEIR DAY OF DESTINATION!
~AZAZA~'09
Categories:
cometh, allegory, history, life, people,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Emeka was starving in a lightless land
no passersby bothered to give him a hand.
Crystal tinkles in a nearby palace
wine flows from a silver-encrusted chalice.
Emeka dies alone; purple shall atone.
Categories:
cometh, judgement,
Form:
Limerick
The Oort Cloud Cometh
A few million years from now if we are here
Comets by the thousands will appear
Sent by cosmic forces originated from out there
Science says the Oort cloud is to blame
Some odd unseen entity called Nemeses is also named
A planet or black sun gone rogue
Gone wrong along the way
In elongated odd elliptic orbit
A distant anomaly around our sun will form
Mysteriously align at Oort cloud and collide
In a moment of eccentricity by chance
It hurls millions of object free in our direction
Without detection, meteors and comets head for Earth
Catastrophe is sure to follow if not deflected
I hope we find defense by then
If not, since we are already dead, long before this event
Why the pretense? Why pretend?
What would it mean in any case
If the Earth should shatter
It will only move our graves to outer space
With other matter
Categories:
cometh, change, death, image, life,
Form:
Free verse
The Dark Man Cometh.
Georgia on my mind, rock n roll hell,
The Dark Man Cometh.
Can"t you feel the coolness in the breeze
See that grayness in the light summer sky,
Have that feeling of slight unease you just
Can"t put your Sticky finger on .
The Dark Man Cometh,
The world is once again receptive
To 'you've got your troubles'
Troubles ready to escalate .
Bad Moons are ready to break on through,
The Doors suddenly have a Credence
To open wide on an Eve of Destruction.
There is Thunder on the Mountains
And no Sympathy for a Devil who
May be Born in the USA.
The Shadows of the Night
Became darker, Back in Black.
True Colors, Because the Night
Became Raw Power signifying
A Bad Dangerous Thriller
Of a confrontation.
That could mean an Exodus.
The world holds its breadth
As we are drawn Back in the U.S.S.R .
No one wants a Bullet in the Bible
Or to be a Soul Survivor.
Are we Experienced?
The Dark Man Cometh,
Let us not Barrack him yet,
Hey Joe, 'Whatcha Gonna Do About It'
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Categories:
cometh, black-african amerworld, night, dark,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Behold & beware…
green comet
sails through
cadaverous darkness
on its journey through
Sol’s neighborhood
Gaia’s parasites
blink at
the luminous
icy rock
(they are
pummeled by
shocking storms
& plagued with stormy
delusions)
It’s official:
humankind is
on the glowing rocks
(obviously a major malfunction)
dodging more shoes
dropping like conspiring flies
out of a corrosive sky
caught between interstellar cigars
& hard places
as the gods play dice
with entangled eons
Aargh & Yikes!
rumbles a horrified poet
seeking & evading
The Good, The Bad &
The Ultimate
in celestial entrails
within fields of nightmares
blindsided by
diseased deities
bearing apocalyptic gifts
blinded by
tormenting tardigrades
waiting for the last laugh
Indeed
it is exhausting
to escape event horizons
& evade Martian ironists
posing as poisoned
dust devils
howling coldly
growling boldy
Where No Pen has Gone Before
Categories:
cometh, dark, humorous, satire, science
Form:
Free verse
Christmas Cometh
by Ingrid Showalter Swift
Through a wind that never stops blowing
the house holds fast to the light
flickering candles in each window
hope calling out over a canvas of landscape base painted
in solid white
Auburn gold shadows creep along the horizon
where morning and night crest like waves upon each other
frothing sudden color in thier blending fight
Ruby red undertones flame up across the frost filled clouds
then die away slowly to golds and then ice gray
and then moonless white
in the lights of a passing car... flakes ignite..dazzle and die away again
an owl ...its bright black eyes
against round white face
calls out
"ahhhhooooooooooo"
swoops down across the vast field
its feathers struck out white
like white flames held aloft..........or flashing silver polished metal
against black forest and gray sky...
against
the now darkening of night
and I am reminded of a book from my childhood
that read...
"Who.... who... who ....are you?"
The candles flicker on dainty dancers of hope
leaping and falling and leaping again...
so like myself...I have to wonder...
do they never learn? do they never give up?
Turning from the window I smile at all the richness of the bright within
the colors of red and green...
the sparkle of packages and bows not yet even wrapped
but that will lie beneath my tree in time
the crackle of a wood fire...the smells of pine bows and of things I have collected
to celebrate these days
and I am merry ...in my soul
ever hopeful ever believing...ever true
ever listening ......
for your key hit
hoping it will still come someday...
if I am lucky...perhaps before Christmas has grown cold
in the hearth and heart once more
the owl calls out again
"Who who ......who are you?"
and I know who I am
I am a woman who loves a man
and for him I keep on the light
and ration like gold
the oil
Categories:
cometh, christmas, devotion, faith, home,
Form:
Free verse
Eleventh hour cometh, and e'er nun too soon
Bad tidings beckon, wicked's dark days of doom
Tears for fears, death's time's near
Cause, evildo'rs oft n'er hearing ear
Knave's and thieves, may scoff'n scorn
Malevolent scheming's oft so forlorn
Military men's might n'er a chance had
As king of kings battle, play's winning hand
Almighty steeds astride, turning the tide
Gainst wicked foe's, banishing blind guides
Earth swallow'd whole, fiendish Devil's pride
Ne'er to rise again, abyssed together inside
Lo! Behold! thousand years have fine'ly past
Sinister Spirit's gone f'good, f'rever at last!
For PD contest 17
November 2, 2015
Categories:
cometh, bible, evil, farewell, imagery,
Form:
Rhyme