Best Covetously Poems
So this is the way the moon remembers,...
by reaching into yesterday
I hold her pearls against the light,
and see a strand that tethers time
With envy now, the night is awed
Covetously, it fondles rows
of tiny orbs. Which, one by one,
are miracles, with moons, within
This strand of pearls, with a diamond clasp,
caressed her hair, her porcelain neck.
Still here for me, within my grasp,
to remind me of Glenn Miller songs,
and mother dancing long ago.
The moon was watching, and it knows
she wore them like another skin,
long before my life began.
A grain of sand, then pearls became
a part of her, .... a part of me.
So fragile, weak, the thread is bare.
As if the sun might gaze too long,
or moon's regard could wear and fray,
that the pearls would spill and fall away.
Perhaps such things meant to be.
Each miracle has just a while.
Glenn Miller songs have come and gone.
I'll put the pearls away for now,
so the moon can own the night again
_2013___________________________________________
To hear Glenn Miller's rendition of "String of Pearls" click on the following youtube site:...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vY4gUhFVNfE
Categories:
covetously, beauty, moon, mother, nostalgia,
Form:
Free verse
My life in an aquarium, so great,
But fearsome, with unknown fate.
Swimming against the fresh water,
Flapping my gills for a breather,
The air pump producing bubbles,
Sending my body in jiggles,
The actinic lights send a spectrum,
Each time causing a spasm,
And I move downward in fear,
Hoping I might disappear,
My life in an aquarium, so great,
But fearsome, with unknown fate.
Re-surfacing after a short while,
Assured of a safe profile,
Going back to my previous dance,
The water brewing romance,
Keeping my eyes wide open,
Of course with great caution,
I detect vibratory ripples,
Must be time for something scrumptious,
My life in an aquarium, so great,
But fearsome, with unknown fate.
Following my meal lead nobly,
I come upon a worm on a spree,
Hidden by the blue green algae,
Yes it seems so beefy,
Covetously I swallow my meal,
Trying to elope with zeal,
I notice my mouth is hooked,
Sooner or later I might be cooked.
My life in an aquarium, so great,
But fearsome, with unknown fate.
Categories:
covetously, fish, fishing,
Form:
Rhyme
The Revelation of Winter’s Warmth
by Odin Roark
What values do we so readily disregard
these short days of winter?
How easily we ignore
air filled with crystalline arrest,
bestowing remembrance of colors in respite,
while we engage our will to embrace
the resistance, the invitation to accept.
Winter ushers us to perfect seats
where bows of pine and oak wood
curl their needle and leaf
into protection and sleep,
a wisdom we know little of,
nature’s ancestral intransience.
This stage of emptiness soon overflows,
like protective strands of lace interlocked,
woven crystals that cloak bare branches
while crusts of ice bear final witness,
time’s cover for now,
irrigation come spring.
How wise
this four act saga of nature,
void of discrimination,
knowing how little life requires
of comfort we so covetously horde,
even as rarefied light,
that which never hides in the shadows,
always provides,
if only we would pause…
allow.
Fortunately
An audience of seeds will survive
amidst a huddled awareness,
providing innate connection
to all that is,
from all that was,
those knowing well
that which patience rewards.
When will we learn…
Survival of the fittest
understands beyond the science,
beyond a season,
gathering carefully the warmth to offer later,
one body to another,
revealing the exponential wonder
to other unique crystals in flight,
the we of them,
the them of us.
Nature’s singularity,
so very near for some,
a winter’s cold away for others.
Categories:
covetously, nature, passion, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
I
Hear the bouncing of the balls--
Basketballs!
What a sound of merriment they cause when each ball falls!
How they echo, echo, echo,
Inside the gymnasium walls,
Arriving at a crescendo
While the spectators shout “Bravo!”
Drowning the referee’s calls;
And the players start
To make their last dart
Amidst the reverberation ricocheting off the stalls
From the balls, balls, balls, balls,
Balls, balls, balls--
From the bouncing and the dribbling of the balls.
II
Hear the ticking of the balls,
Ping-pong balls!
What a soft and easy sound comes from their bounce and rolls!
In the crowded room that’s bright
How they fill it with delight!
Like the ticking of a clock,
Steady but fast,
Or the picking of a lock,
What tune they make with their ceaseless tick-tock,
Until at last--
Oh, what a miss that appalls
The audience that has remained speechless in the halls
How it falls!
How it scrolls!
And the erring player rolls
His fists at his own pitfalls
By the swinging and his missing
To hit the balls, balls, balls
The balls, balls, balls, balls,
Balls, balls, balls--
To hit the light and small and saffron ping-pong balls!
III
Hear the loud thud of the balls--
Volleyballs!
What feeling of suspense is caused by their great falls!
Across the nets stretched tight
How they gracefully take flight!
The watchers anticipating,
Who would win they keep waiting,
Breathlessly.
Until the umpire from his platform blows a long shrill whistle,
And the balls drop on the ground like useless heads of missile.
Then tempers start to bristle
In the air there is a rustle
From both player and spectator
To win the set or never
Hold the trophy covetously.
Oh, the balls, balls, balls--
"Pick them up!" the umpire bawls.
Once again
The balls are hit, tossed, and passed
And the game goes on full blast
While the players on each side dare not complain
Yet the audience fully knows
By the spiking
And the digging
How the game would sooner close.
Who would be covered in palls
Suffer beating,
‘Cause of losing,
And forced to receive catcalls
For dismally failing to score and keep afloat the balls,
The volleyballs--
The volleyballs, balls, balls, balls,
Balls, balls, balls--
In the scrambling and the spiking of the balls!
March 18, 2023
Categories:
covetously, 11th grade, basketball, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
The sow beauty queen’s
favorite color is money green
The cloven jaw cutie’s
favorite sound is “cha-ching”
Miss Piggy Lips loves how the cash registers
throughout the land constantly rings
That jade oinkment noise
is a pigmentary salve to her greedy soul
She’s got a glut appetite for mo’ and mo’
Her imperial motto is:
“Mo’ money means mo’ toga rest,
and much less queen bee stress”
This regal swine loves to sit
in her towering pleasure palace pigpen,
and peso whine
and ruble dine
Miss Piggy Lips,
with the Pillsbury hips,
enjoys wallowing in the miry green dough
Mudslinging filthy lucre nods covetously so
Miss Piggy Lips,
with the greasy palm grip,
silver tongue yields coin swallowing squeals
Jade oinkment noise forfeits her unpaid bills
This oral apothecary fatty substance
is pocketbook soothing to the queen Midas soul
Gold pursed lip smacking
is how this triple jowl lady low down dirty roll
Those hog heaven eyes
got them snout gobbled green eggs
gulp hasty safely cracking
Her pigmentary belly rub etiquette
is sop share burp lacking
As those rotund royalties
never piggy bank lessen one lil’ bit
Jade oinkment noise
is very spit pernicious green
Pigmentary salve for the thin-skinned cries
of the profiteering unclean
Dyed paper lust has an emerald sheen
Phat bags under dollar sign eyes
be the makeup blush
for the Oval weight sow beauty queen
Miss Piggy Lips,
with the mint green painted toenails,
she loves the excess gossip that dirty tales sell
Flop sweat sleeping
in her palace penthouse pigsty,
she snore ignore the kingdom’s po’ travails
Wrapping herself in a muddy blanket of lies,
surrounding her obese body
with a methane swarm of toady tongue flies
Miss Piggy Lips,
the dung awful smell
coming from that
jade oinkment perfume trail
is just too much nasal pain to inhale
It’s so sickening to brain fart expel
Fat chance the stench makes anyone well
Categories:
covetously, funny, humorous, parody, satire,
Form:
Ode
Red power mode
White digital
Blue logo
My, oh my ...
sweet apple pie!
Patriotic American cheese is turning sour Kraut commie
Democracy is Wisconsin curdling ... penicillin shot
needed between the ailing ballot box,
sho’ ain’t Louisiana Purchase forthcoming
Lady Liberty is bowing face down, Kansas Toto-style,
to Kremlin oligarchy ...
didn’t take much to bend with Washington wavy subservience
It’s an Idaho russet Ruskie crying shame
Couch the Benedict-ion omelette breaking news:
Missy Freedom done Alaska huskie hussy sold herself
to be a Soviet satellite skirt muzzled tramp mule
Red power mode
has taken cyber control of all voter confidence
White digital bar-code
activate the Manchurian self-destruct sequence
Blue logo brand ruble sold,
keeps the general populace straddling the fence
As they reality TV see their loose Lady Liberty
make a Texas loan star barracuda bow face
Proud North Dakota woman bending her knee,
acknowledging her Bolshevik bastard place
It’s a Kentucky bourbon crying shame
Democracy kissing the Politburo Czar ring
Bluegrass filly ruling class
selling the masses out for the Balaam green
Capitol Hill Star Spangled silent gag,
money mutes on a Pavel dog Con-stitutional prostitute
Wavy anthem cloth used as a snot rag,
Molotov noses following the Red Pied Pier booger flute
My, oh my ...
Marx Twain subversive tweet sweet apple pie!
Collaborator citizens being called patriotic comrades
Eating the Stalinist straw buries,
spit sprinkled with
Chernobyl pyramid scheme
propaganda whipped cream
Traitor taste the Taps Blue Fibbing beer,
free-market funeral dirge price gouge overflowing,
in the white Lenin toe-tag black body bag aisle
While the Ukraine lobbyist piggies
are covetously Crimea coffer crying
Oh, Nevada bordello bosom alligator weep ...
let the Alabama tick tears leech flow
down those Florida lemon-squeezed cheeks
It’s a New Mexico caliente green chile crying shame —
Them neo-Anazazi, gun-clicking squatters
getting a Wounded Knee ice gulag reservation claim
Lady Liberty doing an Independence bow face,
it’s a thirteen stripe, Siberian mongrel disgrace
Categories:
covetously, allusion, imagery, truth, wisdom,
Form:
Rhyme
God-wrought triumph*
jubilantly serene, blissfully radiant
faith-fortifying, spirit-reviving, Christ-exalting
stewardship, faithfulness; arrogance, selfishness
mind-afflicting, pride-crashing, heart-breaking
carnally braced, covetously engaged
self-glorifying loss
*Psalm 92:4 For thou, LORD, hast made me glad through thy work: I will triumph in the works of thy hands.
August 13, 2022
Categories:
covetously, blessing, character, christian, faith,
Form:
Diamante
THE LIFE CHAMPION
To take
Use up
And run
Is the aim of the life champion
A conscience?
Sadly the man on top
Seems bred with none
He wants it all
And of course it must be free
To work for it
Is to the dishonest some sort of idiocy
He who tramples first
Is sadly better placed
To grab all of life’s gains
With minimum conscious pain
Life it seems today is full of envy
Must we always crave?
To want what another has
Is but Fair
To those who know no sort of fraternity
To advance up the greasy pole
Acquiring the accruements of a life
Filled with flattery and hyperbole
Is the aim of him
Who everyone loves to scold
The one who masters this life
We of course do hold up as a secret ideal
His life philosophy we all covetously aspire to
Despite him never feeling the least bit guilty
For all he does to disadvantage society
Be not fooled
For this life is not easy
If you plan ahead
What may come may make you feel queasy
Play this roulette that is an uncertain life
Live as you may
Who knows if the truth of existence may be found one day
To be selfish and grafting
Is To play the game of life
Against humanities rules of fair play
Ultimately the guy who acts as a brother
Will win the day
Categories:
covetously, life,
Form:
Free verse
Reptile meat got a foul swallow
The creeping things they eat
emit putrid vapors ...
vocal odors lemmings do follow
Falling off the cliff
into the mouth ...
Bask in the saliva nasty
Get paralyzed stiff —
a human mouse ...
Cheesy flavor of a patsy
Snakes eat rats
Big boa sin swallow up
little mice men
Slithering meat
is an abominable eat
Humans eat the snake
that ate the rat
Viper lip spitting fake
was a lying cat
Ouroboros wail,
head eating the tail
Gator toes tipping the scale;
safe open ... lock failed
The creeping things you eat
will give you weasel daydreams
Gorge on the slithering meat,
digest Bubonic Plague schemes
Snakes eat rats
King cobra sin swallow up
pawn mice men
Humans eat the snake
that has flicker love for the Mickey
Fork lips spitting fake,
Komodo dragon claws blood lickey
Ouroboros wails,
serpent head eating the rodent tails
Tapering toes charm the faint frails;
jaws open ... heart failed
A wicked, pulmonary feed
is slithering in the high, tall weeds
A taste of paralyzing greed
will molt covetously into evil deeds
Categories:
covetously, corruption, dark, truth, wisdom,
Form:
Rhyme
Little lemmings,
beware of the Yukon yodel
Don’t ear swallow the Arctic shiny yellow
Fake eureka disclosure: It’s jingle hollow
So, enamel blowflake please,
place not your panhandle hope
in Ivory Boast fool’s goad
I, ebony breath beg of thee,
be not glutton belly-button led
by a cold, glittering scold
Don’t covetously follow down that
moral bankruptcy road
In pocket phantom search of
the vapor Mutter lode
Me true mouth reveal
You con artificial treasures,
lip sin-thetic as can be
Buried deep
in hidden veins of avarice,
a fraudulent rush of pulse greed
Little lemmings,
has your metallic lust minds
been pricked
by the spiked-tongue,
prospector stick
Well, that illusory discovery
is sho’ gonna make you
empty riches sick
You’ve been mine shaft collapsed warned:
With an amber hair air of wavy mirage con-fidence,
scratch not shiny pockets of leper loins
Don’t dare hoard collect
pubic counterfeit canary-colored coins
This project Private D be
pitch black ink hurling free,
five-star ingot spit
Can you dig it!
Rare Darkie wisdom uttered
be Ghetto parable
Nugget knowledge unstuttered —
Sambo Spade told
Categories:
covetously, allusion, muse, wisdom, word
Form:
Rhyme
And they come to Jerusalem: and Jesus went into the temple, and began to cast out them that sold and bought in the temple, and overthrew the tables of the moneychangers, and the seats of them that sold doves; And would not suffer that any man should carry any vessel through the temple.
And he taught, saying unto them, Is it not written, My house shall be called of all nations the house of prayer? but ye have made it a den of thieves.
— Mark 11:15-17
Thieves sitting in the temple,
bookie counting their stolen treasure
Parlay pirates got patchy-eye greed,
having no moral discretion
Paint the blinds green,
shutter minds love the sound
of the coin clink
Aperture hearts covetously blink,
as their filthy palms
dig in your pockets deep
Then they rub a little lip balm
onto your taxidermy grief
These new moneychangers
always speak dead air to citizens’ pain
The commonwealth re-arrangers
spin the vocal chords,
and cuff lustful souls to the gold chains
Politricking thieves standing at the pulpit
of the public forum
Waving flags,
demanding bows on the knees
Such a patriotic drag,
when you feel their pocket squeeze
Taxidermy lies
keep their maggot cries
hemmed into consumeristic minds
As the times be ever changing,
modernity carries an abominable rebel cost
too mint heavy to confederate bind
Caught in a dire medieval crosshair;
pay the new pleasure tax,
this makes Caesar’s czar rule
a penny ruble more painful to bear
As his vice buddy ol’ Pharaoh
steals from you piss blind
Those new, evil fruit moneychangers
be of the most rotten kind
Categories:
covetously, corruption, religious, spiritual, truth,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Ten fingers
left and right palm pig squeezing a thief’s prayer merry
One finger
covetously dipped in the pie hole green apple gouging
Nine fingers
raven cloaked in vulture reaper robes condor circling
Two fingers
giving the universal sign of double cross peace
Eight fingers
talking black market side deal shogun spidery
Three fingers
got a pirate hook grip anchored in the purse sea
Seven fingers
be flagpole nose lying king Nero pose wannabes
Four fingers
preying mantis quotes holding the predator smile idoly
Six fingers
covered in silver serpentine tongue saliva oozing sticky
Five fingers
richly shaking down poor nations through debt slavery
Zero thumbs up
sell those Judas war coin lovers on the submarine ferry
Categories:
covetously, allegory, corruption, perspective, wisdom,
Form:
Couplet
TO HELP THE DEAF TO HEAR AND THE BLIND TO SEE
“Skepticism," the poet told the woman,
"is contained in human reason and can never divorce itself from it,
because human reason contains the truth.”
The woman whispered, “And what does truth contain, sweet poet?”
“Truth contains doubt, my love
for without doubt the truth can never be revealed.
Truth is to be feared.
It brings disquiet to blind, ignorant minds,” the poet responds.
Sometimes the idiotic happenings going on around me
give me a feeling of fathomless, constant anger bordering on lunacy.
My mind swims erratically at the immensity of the ed up-side-down universe that is my troubled country.
Unjust treatment of the destitute, the old and disabled
makes my heart bleed.
Peaceful, loving thoughts swirl in my spirit,
but bad dreams hang on grasping in this hypnotic trance I'm living.
Dogs bark at the moon late at night
Others howl at ambulances screaming by,
I am not concerned with approval or disapproval,
I write to amuse and inform those who read and can think critically.
Peace.
I bear no ill will towards you the innocent,
who toil endlessly and are forgotten,
but I talk to the moon late at night hoping to enlighten the blind and the deaf.
The moon responds with the silence that the covetously powerful possess.
Categories:
covetously, people, philosophy, silence,
Form:
Free verse
Supine she lies upon the sand
beads of perspiration finely dot
curvaceous golden brown form
carefree tresses spring, fly away hair
coconut oil lathers coquettish peaks
bared free, flesh innocent
she turns, languish sun kissed rays
fingers brush sand that lingers
covetously to her thighs
her eyes span the horizon
foamy froth surfs cobalt waves
the rhythmic sound of water
caresses the silky white sand
clouds float a vivid blue sky
she smiles exotic, delicious
perfection at the beach
divine goddess of sand
Statement: Snapshot of a young woman topless sunbaking on Bondi Beach 80s. Self aware, personal meets political. Simple poem, simple beach scene.
Entered in Your best poem that is trophy worthy Contest 4
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Written 08/09/2019
Categories:
covetously, beach, summer,
Form:
Free verse
See the human debris,
the scattered limbs torn apart
by shrapnel velocity
In so many Third World places,
the second-hand groan grafters
commit mercantile murder
in the first degree
Time encapsulated buried hatred
leech covetously
Flooding the colonial lands with booby-trap misery
Tick-tock waves of disfigurement crimes
against humanity
Collateral damage seep in deadpool faces ...
dark moral cavities,
where maimed charity bleeds
Mental scarlet stains of pain
are strewn everywhere
Empty eye sockets are separated
by full-metal piercings
Observe the void spaces between desensitized ears:
Lynch pinheads be blunt instruments
using indiscriminate force —
Spreading teary shattered hopes of detached fears
Awaken numb senses
to the non-negotiated reality
of prosthetic dreams
Dry sea of grief ...
landmine of crimson carnage
Deathly halt feelings collect the debt
paid by the broken living pieces
Why is there only morphine comfort
in hidden swaths of shame,
where phantom limb emotions
have metallic waves of saline releases?
Categories:
covetously, dark, imagery, perspective, truth,
Form:
Dramatic Verse