Best Costly Poems
Costly Reprieve
by Jason Williams
A hypnotic ritual
Holding utensil to flame
It hurts to see the bubbling
But I’ve no one else to blame
I do not care for anyone
I only care for me
About the next fix to get
That's all that I can see
Cotton brushes against skin
The tourniquet stretches tight
My despair will soon be over
I’ll have peace all through the night
An artificial cure I know
Needle piercing flesh and vein
Get me through the night I pray
I have to end the pain
Escape despair is what I seek
By any means that I can find
Even if it's just for hours,
I leave despair behind
When I wake I will be sick
I’ll be broke, I cannot win
I’ll find a way to make it
Then I’ll do it all again.
Is this the life I wish to lead?
Will I ever again be me?
Is there a life beyond repair?
Will I ever again be free?
Calculate costs carefully - Christmas can create credit card crisis!
Contest – Alliteration one liner
Sponsor Silent One
10th December 2015
If every black sheep of the family
Became a billionaire
Then maybe others of that family
Would want then more to share.
It is so then they’ll testify,
“By God, we have not been unfair!”
If so by God then answer please,
“What did it cost to care?”
Brenda Elizabeth Rose
Should I thank lightning for its fire,
or praise the wind when it's blowing?
For without fire, we'd all expire,
and the wind keeps the air flowing.
Fire demolishes all with ease
and when winds wail, ships oft get tossed.
And nothing can ever appease
the grief felt for a loved one lost.
Should I worship the sun and rain,
are they not worthy of my praise?
Showers bring waters that sustain
us and the sun warms with its rays.
Downpours swell rivers and souls drown,
while deserts bake under the sun.
And floods send houses crashing down,
while droughts kill more than any gun.
In times of war and upheaval,
does God decree the fate of Man?
Should I not blame Him for evil,
isn't it all part of His plan?
Yin-yang, good-bad, is known to all,
stitched in the fabric of our soul.
But when religion makes the call,
faith can levy a costly toll.
Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION
was a garden unloved not many flowers
memories run deep and were buried there
here children used to play in summer showers
a cat stalked looking absurd with an irritable stare
we caught this moggie stalking a tiny mouse
was hiding away in the iris bed
not caring one iota that a cat was about
he laid down to snooze resting his head
suddenly he heard the thunder of paws
jumped up with a start through a window ran
landed on the gas meter which was old beyond years
broke off the pipe, was a big bang
an engineer was called a man heard the blast
an evil smell emits the air
was a genial man with a happy smile
costly job this, to make a repair.
the mouse was stunned and lying there
gave his chest a rub a generous thought
i appreciate that the little mouse said
excellent said the repairman as a remedy he sought
remember all no matter large or small
look where you land when you take a fall
took me forever to write this
penned on 6/7/2016
On a night such as this
A besom seated, flighted Witch
The Maple near an Oak is blowing;
An emboldened Toad on root is croaking.
Halfway down the hillside lawn
The dusk enlightened flowers sulking
As breezes toss the moths about them
Close a Ring that slipped to soil.
A couple sits within this distance
Immune to superstitious nonsense;
Without a costly Ring he'd given,
He'll work just as hard to earn some other!
She sobs unhappy and the day is faded.
(Accent on e in second line "flighted".)
There once was a much-desired piece of real estate nearby the estate of a king.
The property was coveted by the king and owned by a subject in his domain.
The king offered the above mentioned landowner a fair price, but he promptly refused to sell.
The use of eminent domain laws is said to have originated in the early 1700’s;
but this story took place hundreds of years before Christ. It refers to an evil king of a Middle Eastern country.
In a democratic republic, many properties are often secured by eminent domain.
In the above mentioned kingdom, the citizens also had rights to be honored.
The king was known to be evil, but even he deferred to the citizen’s property rights.
Though a king may be evil, he need not seek to do everything evil. So the king went home very sad, because he sincerely wanted that property. He said it was close to his estate, and owning it would allow him to expand his garden.
Nevertheless, it was not to be. That is, until the king’s wife got word of it.
The queen soon noticed the dejected and disappointing demeanor of the king.
Upon learning about her husband’s dilemma, the queen promptly resolved the king’s problem without further questions. The queen devised a lying and evil plot, and in short order, she had the man killed. She then confiscated his property and handed it over to her husband the king. The property owner had bravely exercised his right to sell or not sell to the king; but it cost him his life. Yes, the king had a reputation for being evil; but his wife the queen was far more evil than the king.
The exercise of our rights can be costly, and may even demand the ultimate price. However, the pain is greater, and the wounds are deeper, whether inflicted by the state government or by people, if rights are ignored. The evils of a State, whether it be a kingdom or republic, can only persist if the good people of the state do nothing. When good people are silent, the state is at great risks of doing evil. But when good people are vocal and prayerful, the state does good and serves them, because they exercise their rights. ‘The Good’ can only be realized as good people rise from their seats of apathy. Good people can only see and combat evils as they raise their heads from the sands of indifference.
cj 07232015 PS
Jesus Christ is a blaisser
He is a provider
Hosanna , Hallelujah!
Hallelujah , Ah - ah!
Amen
Jesus Christ is the head of the church
He is pure honey that cost so much
Hosanna , Hallelujah!
Hallelujah , Ah - ah!
Amen
March 31/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris
With each tick, a sag
Still in the lag
some in neglect
demise as death
dumb as the sea
Still waters run deep
diverse tongues and beliefs
black clay however beautiful
none is voice
...none but passion
Alas!..the power of passion
A mandate to be
once a whisper
later,..a mantra
Feat worth dying
Passion is a jailer
A limit, better than laws
nothing is policy without passion
till you dare enough
little you will know
COSTLY
binding and blinding
pale and fluorescent
under white silk
parted
her skin seethes
fleshy and full
incandescent
like mist off sea
sticky and costly
something out of nowhere
taut blue skin of water
an absentee
lost but free
he is hypnotized
by perfection as
she rolls her soles
against a cold
unyielding wall
curved feminine
legs that beg
for instant
answers
something out of nowhere
taut blue skin of water
an absentee
lost but free
© Kim van Breda
He was a silver tongued devil from New Orleans
Carried a new deck of cards in a locked brief case
He came up to Texas in a pair of pressed jeans
With a stiff demeanor they called a poker face
He had big brown eyes and a set of pearly teeth
With a little blond mustache that hinted romance
There was a double edged knife in a leather sheath
That he had fixed on a belt that held up his pants
He had come for the money that flowed in this state
And he'd take it with cards the way he always had
He had not figured on a woman in his fate
But a woman there was and Lord it was bad
She was six feet tall with auburn hair and green eyes
A buxom charmer who kept two buttons undone
She was the dealer at a table of small size
He looked at her broad smile and thought."This will be fun."
He sat at her table, his eyes began to stray
She noticed his interest and undid number three
She shuffled the deck and smiled and began to play
Dealt mostly from the bottom but he did not see
He lost all his money in a matter of hours
And it was substantial even by Texas means
He tipped his felt hat to those feminine powers
Then hitch hiked and walked all the way to New Orleans
The dealing lady invested his money well
If you're in Texas and look 'neath that silver moon
You are likely to come under that female spell
She aptly calls her place The Three Button Saloon
10-12-18
For contest Fiction October 2018 for Broken Wings
costly stones
the mountain partly hid the lake
was crystal clear and warm
they swam across to the river where its outlet was
we were looking for costly stones.
The lake got shallow, and they waded, but could
not find any pricey stones.
When they waded back, the lake had retracted back
into the mountain, it was now a cave.
They picked some stones and decided to return
next day.
When they did the lake was blood- red and saw
nothing of interest
They did not know why the pool
was red thought the reason was it had taken
colour from minerals in the mountain.
The place was ominous and silent in a fearful way.
His friend had turned into a shadow he no longer
looked like a human more like a hazy dream partly
remembered as the apparition, it had no face
he could have been anyone, even me.
Back at his hotel, he looked at the few stones from
the day before, they had no colour, he left them
on a shelf, and hoped someone would find
the beauty of the stone what he had missed.
A Costly Price To Pay
Black, negative thoughts cloud your mind
Consuming your heart, weights of all kind
Lost within yourself, self sorrow combined
A costly price to pay, in your mind confined
Losing who you are, to appease the crowd
To be acceptable, to those whom are allowed
And the ones not worthy, perhaps disavowed
A costly price to pay, not to be able to stand proud
Your mind, your friend, your enemy at the same time
Lost within your internal prison, committing no crime
Longing for whatever you seemingly lack, so sublime
A costly price to pay, living within your lost paradigm
Cast off whatever it is that does not serve you well
Be it within your life, your mind, bid it a fond farewell
Seek out that place deep within your soul, help you excel
Such a costly price to pay, lost within your personal hell
costly gems worn by dead
monkey knows nothing of coconut
useless talking takes time
destinations are many of many
many men many theories
leads conclusion to null
real fruit is somewhere
tries to win only own game
debate of laughers in screen
smell drifts of manifested words
intelligent audiences test their innocence
they do not aware of them
smile folks walk in the sky