Best Covets Poems
No gold nor silver, weights my needy purse
Spun silk and finery I have no need
Such poverty of wealth be not God's curse
For bless'd the man who covets not for greed
My wealth is in the lilies of the field
The colors of the sunsets thrill my soul
Fruit trees and animals provide their yield
And stewardship to nature is my toll
But verdant forests do not warm a bed
The moon and stars, though friends, are silent stones
And lonely is the footpath which I tread
For one true heart, I'd share my pauper's throne
A golden heart and pauper's paradise
For love and happiness, a humble price
Daniel Turner
Clique ... clique
Peer pressure is a gun
Low self-esteem wanting popularity,
gather together in small clusters
Grapes of wrath ... attack anybody
who try to break the bind
Verbal popping every moving target
in the movie theater line
Estrogen cries when the dust clears,
another reject cherry fell off the vine
Teachers can’t separate the sisterhood bond,
boyfriends ain’t nothing but pretty toys
Cat fights and tussles are only loud noise,
a lot of ugly ducklings swimming in the pond
Clique ... clique
Squeeze off another round
Mile high dreams everybody in the group got,
but somebody is creeping ... talking behind their back
A poser is in the midst,
and the leader is gonna handle it
Put a cheesy lip rumor in the mouse trap,
throw a house party and hire a band
Thieving eyes which covets your man,
catch ‘em in the act, give ‘em a double tap
Clique ... clique
Peer pressure is a gun
that’s loaded with angst bullets
And everybody’s been shot by one
Lip blasting every moving target
in the stadium ticket line
Testosterone cries when the dust clears,
another reject berry fell off the vine
Parents can’t separate the brotherhood bond,
girlfriends ain’t nothing but pretty toys
Fistfights and scraps are only loud noise,
a lot of ugly ducklings swimming in the pond
Clique ... clique
Squeeze off another round
Clique ... clique
Peer pressure is a smoking gun
Give your friend a cigarette,
urge them to try one
Clique ... clique
Peer pressure is a smoking gun
Give your friends the bottle of hooch,
urge them to try some
Clique ... clique
Peer pressure is a smoking gun
So hit the brakes hard,
you little Bonnie and Clydes
or your life will be in for
a shoot ‘em up, bang bang ride
Forlorn in midnights vastness
Twinkling cousins as patient companions
She covets him
Her blushing glow pacifying the empty night
Descending toward dawn
Anxious Lingering
He will come for her…
Slowly the stars fade out and night dissipates in morning mist
Ocean breezes begin murmuring the promise
Life begins again this new day
He ascends the heavens upon brilliant light
His rending ardor glowing sultry upon her face
Almost becoming one they embrace in chaste love
Only for the moment before she falls away
Mirroring souls caught in a cyclical lovers dance
Reaching out for the other at dawn and dusk
Losing one another time and again
Forlorn within the midday skies
Gentle clouds and albatross as patient company
He yearns for her
His heavy radiance granting the gifts on the new day
Descending towards twilight
Restless Lingering
She will come for him…
It is not the music,
for one knows it in the heat
that rises from a cool miasma,
sardonic, self-igniting--
the one that ravages and never warms,
consumes, and cannot care.
Cold flame is of another art, and passionless.
It is the counterpart of a humanity
that gasps at loveliness
but grasps an aged, trembling hand
and cannot understand a trembling deity
which would implore and not demand.
It is a danse macabre...
there is no peace in pretense, for
it smells of fear, the while
its nourishment is truth.
It strikes through speaking
through closed hands and open hearts.
It makes of war and gentleness a home,
an irony, and often even does it
arm in arm.
And how importunate, the lead
who dares to ask of poverty
a share of its insolvence--
knowing greed is corporate,
while sacrifice is of the self alone.
To find it set apart for lesser goals,
it lies and gathers slippery sides,
setting off solutions for another day;
the night shall have its queen!
For she is Paradox
who sweeps across the room.
In gracious rule she covets,
blesses solitude, and ridicules its joy.
Hers lurks behind a mask
of beauty and romance;
the skin is putrid, the conceit
is infinite.
Hers is the blood that feasts
upon itself, that beats
upon a tympanum within--
its cadence to the dance
forever incomplete.
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She droops her head in drowsy snooze
awaiting for the rise of dawn.
She covets eastern sky pale hues,
as she stretches and stifles a yawn.
She cares that soon ol’ Sol will rise,
her head ascending with his light.
She’ll follow him across the skies
until it’s time to fade at night.
Every blooming flower knows
that jolly orb that passes by.
He smiles and shines for only them
and sings to them from lofty high.
In field, in garden, or in pot,
they wave in silent voices bold.
"Hello!”, “Goodnight!”, and “Worry not.
We’ll soon again your face behold.”
She ran away,
Into the night,
Alone and sad.
They saw her,
Watched, then approached,
Offered her kindness.
She felt safe,
With innocent trust
She accepted friendship,
Went with them,
Believed in goodness.
They beat her.
Force fed drugs,
Imprisoned, bound, gagged.
Trapped and scared
She wet herself.
Men came in
Violated, ravished, despoiled.
Screaming in pain,
Hungry and cold.
The abuse continued,
Day after day
Death threats delivered.
Family and friends
Search and appeal.
Police examine evidence.
Twelve hour shifts
In sexual slavery,
No possible escape,
Branded by ink.
Feelings of repugnance
She covets death.
A tip off
Activates Police raid.
They find her,
Bruised, petrified, vacant.
Inside a cage,
Blemished, defiled, impure.
Reunited with family,
Striving for normality,
An uphill climb.
Courage and tenacity
Needed for survival.
Guilty and impure.
Never again to
Be a child.
7th March 2017
They practise their guns on the land of the innocence,
these loathsome creatures wipe out the lines of our army,
now we are what left to secure this homeland,
"Come forth my soldiers" the cry of war is heard from leagues away,
we pierce these wind-lances through their corroded hearts with wrath ,
inferno burns the heart of the city,
as we guard behind this ineluctable vile scene like a vault,
keeping these lives we call treasure hoard,
forged iron weapons as our blades as we stand behind this door
waiting for the beasts, we wail our swords in valor
but we are disdained in return, are they blind, do they not see our courage,
in the vast hall the tyrannical emperor sits proud in his throne,
with a crown on his head,
riven by greed he covets this land as much as we want to secure it,
usurper we call him, his eyes instil terror to every man,
he curses the flame of war upon us, he wishes ill upon my people,
his soldiers swimming in blood,
drinking copious amount of alcohol as celebration to our folks death,
our cerulean sea pollute as if there is sickness lies upon it,
It redden and darken as season changes,
our people are driven mad by grief as we scream for mercy,
cadence they say our screams are as we cowered in terror,
distraught by this desolation and mangling towards our kin and home,
we stifled by this thick air where no healthsome air to breathe in,
we could not foretell but we yet still survive this,
we do not linger behind shadows, stench from these shrouded victims open our eyes,
where is the reverence we once deserved,
bairns swear vangeance, cut the head of the snake and you shall be free from this grief.
A green silk dress she once did espy
Upon yesterday's crossroads high
Dreams and wishes one desired
Yet the next day expired.
So with silent eyes
She still covets
After all
These long
Years.
© Harry J Horsman 2013
Run away
Run from fear
Fear of fighting
Fear of violence
Violence scares
Violence erupts
Erupts through families
Erupts in the home
Home was a haven
Home should hold love
Love is gone
Love neglected
Neglected by parents
Neglected alone
Alone in a city
Alone and cold
Cold in body
Cold in heart
Heart bleeds
Heart break
Break given
Break accepted
Accepted friendship
Accepted with trust
Trust with innocence
Trust but duped
Duped and drugged
Duped into abuse
Abuse followed by abuse
Abuse by Man
Man can be rotten
Man is surely sick
Sick in mind
Sick head
Head screaming
Head in pain
Pain by ink brand
Pain covets death
Death threats
Death witnessed
Witnessed abduction
Witnessed noted
Noted confirmed
Noted exposed
Exposed by evidence
Exposed begins rescue
Rescue from slavery
Rescue from trafficking
Trafficking is criminal
Criminal is slavery
8th March 2017
Was so inspired by the blitz poem I read by J Amorose yesterday that I decided to have a go myself.
She covets luxury so unprecedented
especially a lingerie made by a thousand hands
with sparkling diamonds out of bounds to human sight
and covers made out of a century of crafting.
He wants a green eyed Caucasian female
with typical African voluptuous curves
and an Asian radiance and rare brilliance
rendering an unthinkable level of submission.
They want a colourful and commanding job
giving a bank-staggering salary which is inversely proportional
to its official tasks and responsibilities but go hand in hand
with luxurious benefits and jaw breaking allowances.
We want a locality made up of
Australian cities, the British police and German manufacturers;
Swiss leadership, Chinese flowers and Italian designers;
French delicacies, American entertainment and the wealth of Arabia.
Thus the world of our fantasies is limitless
and the map of our imaginations is borderless and endless
even as our wishes and good life temporarily date,
we should always shake up the senses
to the realization of the actual existing world
while we pursue in all honesty, the one’s within our reach.
written on the 6th of January 2016
sponsor- Broken Wings
On Wednesday nights there is action in Midtown...
A unique opportunity to serve the Lord has been found.
About a minute past dark the homeless can be seen...
They are looking for food and a good meal is their dream.
A bowl of spaghetti tastes like a banquet meal...
And to some, a hot roll is even a big deal.
The Spaghetti Man and His friends are making their rounds...
And hungry people being fed makes joyful sounds.
A blanket, a pair of socks or even a trash bag...
A clean towel is much better than an old dirty rag.
The Spaghetti Man and his friends are on the streets to serve...
Showing love and compassion without any reserve.
Jesus is with them in Midtown on a dark Wednesday night...
He is part of the team and He is making things right.
This Homeless Chef is touching a life or two...
And he covets the prayers from me and you.
TK<
The fans are wild and crazy -
It’s the name of the game…
The game that’s most watched on the planet!
No, not American football -
Why it’s the soccer match of course – what else!
You’re simply an outsider if you’re not a fan –
Everyone covets that annual Ballon d’Or
And if you don’t, you’re so very odd!
Every country is represented -
Soccer is the Olympics of sports.
One eye on the dreaded penalty box…
While watching for the bend, that feat of magic,
For the screamer to see why it’s called a screamer,
Loving that howler as long as it’s not by your team,
And when your team has fallen behind,
Is there a better goal than the equaliser ?!
Praying for a brace or better yet a hat trick
Aiming for the GOAT
Hello…! the ‘greatest of all time’!!
Where have you been ?!!
And when that final whistle blows…
The whole world will take notice
And rise for the winner of FIFA !
AP: 3rd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on June 18, 2018 for contest 2018 WORLD CUP sponsored by MARK TONEY - RANKED 1ST
I am the potato every pig covets,
The circus every Woolf dream to perform in, and
The toddler every phidophile crave to live with
But non will ever have
I am the uncut gem that will ever be rough
The golden egg that will never hatch
The promissory rain that never falls
I am the Oasious mirage in the Sahara sands
The hope that will never happen
I am the prodigal son who never returns
The Fallen Angel bound in purgatory
The pain the world will learn to dance with
The puncture that will never be mended
The unbleached indelible black patch
A patch of black on white linen
I am the darkness that out shines the light
The negativity that permeates every decent heart
The fear that every brave mind wimp at
I am the harlot sleeping with Kleptomania
Tranced in the blood of innocent souls
The cries of the poor is my sole music
I am the bread cramps of africa
The pagan spell that can never be undone
The sacrifice for the world to see
I am popular in every continental tabloid
I am the joke every embarrassment laugh at
I am a lot of things but nothing
I am nothing else, but Beloved Zimbabwe
A fiesty Zen priest recently told me,
"Earth's most toxic virus is humanity".
Riding on this muddy blue ball so lush
could we only be a bit of carbon slush?
A tiny blink, a galactic tale untold
while on a grand scale not really that old.
So why, oh why is there all this fuss?
One must say, 'cause the virus is us!
There're nations' records to abhor,
pestilence seems too much to endure.
Wars started by ego, all should deplore.
Wars about divinity, hard to ignore.
Wars of ethnicity, need I say more?
We've seen this story for ages before.
So why, oh why listen to Malthus?
One must say, 'cause the virus is us!
We claim intellect dwells only in us,
nature covets secrets yet to discuss.
Predator strains from our primal soup,
failing incompetence, how low we stoop.
Live through virus pandemic reality,
then one asks, what sorts of fools are we?
So why, oh why are we stumbling thus?
One must say, 'cause the virus is us!
As a carbon-based life form, we dominate this sphere.
As earth's cosmic life goes on, we may no longer be here.
Can blood ever be cooled to its level
Or hormones tamed in its reality?
Can body receptors bow to its requests
and human feelings subjected to its command?
"Thank You"-its usual response to scorn
and forgiveness, its default reaction to all offenders.
In passive agreement, it accepts its fate after been cheated,
and giving a warm smile is its solution to mockery.
Its countenance, too innocent to beget anger,
and can never be seen near jealousy.
Selfishness, been its only registered enemy
and only covets more joy in seeing a smiling face.
A person wearing its shoes,
can rescue his enemies in times of need,
can feed his own most irritating rumor mongers,
can accommodate his most disturbing rivals,
and can take a step backwards for his competitors,
just because Peace is its trade mark name.
Many see this as weakness,
or rather foolishness in the highest order
and incomprehensible to normal minds,
especially in a contemporary world of crime.
it is a virtue so rare to find,
impossible to grasp, even within a million miles,
and never seen even a thousand feet below the sea.
but it still exist in a very few.
and though it manifest rarely,
like a recessive gene,
its wonders are still endless and infinite.