Best Dare Poems
Dare We Beat Evil With Truth And A Heavy Sledge
Fresh rain pounded out cleaning again our Mother earth
above squirrels chattering for all they are worth
what matters is in this life we simply obey
do our very best and sometimes we kneel to pray
for guidance and follow the dear heaven-sent light
develop fully our brains to see with true sight
see glittering stars above, know our God is love
face off squarely and with heart deal world's push and shove
such gives us dear Lord's blessings and truth to walk straight
walk proud as we live, remember it's not too late
share our happiness with family and our friends
with conviction know Heaven be ours in the end.
Dare we beat evil with truth and a heavy sledge.
With our faith know wisdom and truth gives us the edge.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
Oct. 27th, 1979, age 25
~Dare We~
Side by side in the full moonlight, looking up in wonder
Shoulders rubbing, breaths, mingling hands begin to wander
Daringly we looked together, would we really dare…
No one about we can try, there seem no eyes to stare.
Hand in hand we start to hide away from the moonlit sky
We really want to do this, but we are feeling rather shy
Should we in this moonlight, try to recapture our youth?
He takes his shoes and socks off, I am excited now in truth…
His pants come down, I kook aghast, “they cost a lot” I heard him say.
My shoes and jacket I remove, deciding it's time to play
He takes me by the hand; our bodies mingle and turn together
We feel so young this moonlit night with outstanding weather.
His legs shine white, silhouetted against the moonlit sky
Now is the time, there's no one here, I am not letting this pass me by
Up and down, slowly, carefully, his body looks so lean
I can’t believe we are sneaking a go on
our neighbour’s new trampoline...
© 5/08/2012 ~GG~
Shall I dare think of him?
The darkest glistening eyes,inviting me to sin.
Profoundly lost, when soft sounds from his throat called.
Twas a full moon Spring midnight in Chicago.
My goose pimpled back caressed by warm brick walls.
Your hands on my hips,time carved,never erased.
A grin, wonderfully naughty, I will remember.
Closing my eyelids in a forever springtime night.
Yes, yes and yes...Then, no,no,and no.
His young butterfly, ever so softly moaned.
Enamored and lost in his twilight net.
Would that I could turn back the rigid times and be!
With you, your velvet-winged monarch butterfly.
Your most willing captive, most joyfully caught forever.
Come now...cast your net~my willing imprisonment.
February 9, 2020
Midnight PST
Dare to dream
See beyond the limitation
Of useless legs, fasten them with care.
Join your heroes in Olympic wear.
Nothing beats imagination.
Dare to dream
Dare to dream
See yourself in winning gold,
With your multi-coloured wheelchair.
For once revel in the crowd's stare,
Where surprise in eyes unfold.
Dare to dream.
Dare to dream
I don't see my able self restrained
My future shines perhaps less brighter light
But I never will go down without a fight
I am proud, aware, well-trained
Dare to dream
I close my eyes and let me
Allow myself to see
What might not even be
Because my dreams are free
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9th place in Olympic Mania contest
How Dare We Ever So Boldly Speak Out
Let me write in obscure and chaotic words
stirring waters tepidly unknown
Yet my spirit refuses to admire such birds
or the massive flattery they are now shown
Why yes, some of us write from poetic hearts
with passion and not merely for fleeting praise
We that sail the seas, using understood charts
are now thought to be in an insane craze!
O' that we dareth to sparsely use archaic words
in poems as way of joining with the past
O' what folly, not wanting to be in a modern herd
or be afraid of those that so love to lambast
Cry thee, to thy Gods of confusing adulation
while we carry on in our simple ways
Content with depth, not writing for modern adoration
full of faith that truth and heart in poetry pays!
Robert J. Lindley, 4-27-2017
Note- Old poet, simple slam and quite tired of elitist criticisms
of poet novices, true hearts writing in understood words and
some that seek to exalt themselves by tearing others down..
Yes, this is a slam, but one done in a simple,reserved and more poetic style.
10~14~2016 Oh, Yes Please Dare
Trust in love and just let go…
I will show you a view through a rainbow.
Yay! You took a chance and let go of the reins.
You are a rare soul and a treasure to behold.
A human still brave enough to risk others’ disdain.
You made a choice to accompany me, so bold.
For there is no excitement or joy without risk of pain.
You may see sights which support your wildest dreams I’m told.
one who has not failed
not willing to take a risk
may live to a ripe old age
so safe yet mundane
what drags they bore me so
dare to see through a rainbow
Three Style II – Poetry contest
A tiny thread that weaves through
this tangled and mangled mystery,
called life
- hoping to reach you
Fragile . . .
the heart of me
Will unwinding what I find,
underneath broken pieces and strife
leave me broken,
in pieces too?
Dare I touch -
gently tug upon the string,
of everything
you’ve been through
- in hopes to touch you
________________________
Just a little Scribble
~ A tender longing within ~
Sunday April 26, 2020- Poem of the Day
To meet a woman such as you,
should've been shooting stars.
So it was in days of old..
let it be so again.
To feel your touch, hold your hand..
should've been Sonnets.
Endless flowing words,
sprouting forth a lover's pen.
Hard to resist when you say come hither,
you know I always would.
Melted long past the days of summer,
little heart mine, that dared it could.
Countenance hidden deep in soft eyes,
I long to find the meaning.
Strong-willed flavors of love, all mine..
leave bare my heart and soul entreating.
And He
my dearest
maturest mate to date
has bitterly regressed
to a child irate
from man of logic
to impish state
a hexer vile
filled with hate
while I don't believe
I've changed a bit
he thinks me evil
my mother split
as saccharin
as the Harpie race
bewitching temptress
evil face
necessity
I do suppose
for his childish fit
to so dispose
Dug out of an old journal for John Lawless' Go Ahead I Dare Ya!!! Contest
He cursed himself for accepting the dare. He never believed in ghosts or haunted houses. He thought it was an easy way to make a few bucks if he spent a night in a haunted house.
Now he found himself in the most deserted house of the small town, reputed to be haunted. He had lain on his camp bed and hoped sleep would come soon. Certainly, he did not relish the pitch darkness of the house or outside it.
Without any rational explanation he found himself hovering between nowhere and the balcony. He saw all the houses of the town light up in a flash of multiple lightning. It seemed to him as if the whole town trembled as an earthquake rippled below the ground. The balcony seemed to disintegrate, and he found himself falling, falling, and falling right down into an abyss.
He wanted to cry in alarm. Sweat oozed out from all over his body. He woke up on the camp bed. He tried to get up but found himself paralyzed. The darkness engulfed him like a bed cover. Suddenly he thought he saw a flash outside the bedroom in the corridor. Lightning? He had no way of knowing.
Finally, he found he could move his hand and grasp the bottle of rye. The liquid seared his throat. It was not easy to drink as he laid flat on his back. The heat was now intense, and he sweated profusely. He tried in vain to pull up the bed sheet to try and wipe his face. The only thing that moved was his heart that was pumping away like mad. Relax. No ghosts about. It was only in the mind. Tomorrow he would gain those extra bucks.
It was then that he felt something moving over his body. In the pitch darkness he could not see what this could be. Suddenly a pair of malevolent eyes glared at him out of nowhere, seemingly without a face. Then he heard the growl. He wanted to scream but could not. Sweat poured down his face and his heart pumped away like a rocket propelled to hell.
His friends found him next day, cold dead, a small cat sitting on his chest.
Yet Pushed, Ever Onward, I Dare Tread
BEHOLD, I wade into darkening mists,
My journey, clarification of Fate
When I balked, black ghost said, I insist
Hurry destiny cries it is too late,
Strolling deep within, horrific the sounds
So strangely pungent the circling winds
In distant valleys, baying of the hounds-
I fear what that hideous sign portends.
Now so afraid, through weeping years I trod
Searching, ever onward, I did thus tread.
My shield, simply faith in Light and my God
And bushels of truth, to me, life has fed.
I pray for salvation of divine light.
Blessed ending of this courageous flight.
Robert J. Lindley, 9-02-2021
Sonnet(dark)
mating spiral dance
the free falling bald eagles
clear blue lake lies still
©DonnaJones
Dance to the rhythm of my heart
Can you feel the vibration?
Can you feel it from head to toe?
I listen…to your melody – a gift to unwrap
It’s a healing potion to this lonely man without a roof on his head
How can You craft such marvelous miracles?
*chorus*
Dare to wonder
What I’ve become…so numb
Dare to wonder
What I dream…not like some
Break free from wretched reality
Dare to wonder
How it feels to be…free!
Freedom has a high cost – it’s not free
Pay the price
Roll the dice
My prize to you is my love
You made me merrily sing from the start…
Can you hear me longing for you?
Can you elevate me above the disconsolate clouds?
I watch keenly at your performance – a dream come true
It’s GOOD LUCK in disguise – it took hard work, man!
How can you surprise me with your trippy talent?
*double chorus - both differentish*
Dare to wonder
What I’ve become…so numb
Dare to wonder
What I dream…not like some
Break free from wretched reality
Dare to wonder
How it feels to be…free!
Freedom has a high cost – it’s not free
Pay the price
Roll the dice
My gifts of expressing inner love
Dare to wonder
What I’ve become…a naughty boy who loves
To cause trouble and what not
Dare to wander
In my eloquent dreams…wrapped up in wings of doves
I deliver it to you ‘cause you’re hot!
Break free from plastic reality
Dare to wonder
How it feels to be…truly happy!
Freedom is free – for us thankfully
No need to pay the price
Drop those silly dice!
My present to you is my peace I hand to you
~bridge~
We’ll rejoice all day long
As long as we enjoy this song
Dare to wonder
How I put it all together?
Inspiration is key – it’s like catching a light feather
And letting it float about in the swirling sky
I release my passion and write it down on paper
It’s merely a work of art –
It’s original from the young heart
He ran away to chase his dreams
Short of a miracle was it not?
Yet the winds of change roared strongly at night
Enter- the fierce winds of time
It will be you alone.
As you dance, I cry
Blow the flowers toward me
Free to drown me now.
Like a DJ on steroids,
I won't allow you to slice through my heart anymore,
My beautiful daughter, Windstream.
John Monteblanco
Nature, Four In One
I Dare You...
to be all you can be
to think positive at all times
to achieve all of your goals in life
to captivate the minds of others by doing creative and unique things
I Dare You...
to believe in yourself
to encourage others to do good things
to love and respect yourself as well as others
to have faith even when you are going through the storm
I Dare You...
to love and obey your parents and partners in life
to be the best mother, father, sister, brother, son, daughter,
husband or wife you can be
to love your neighbors and even your enemies
to expand your horizons
I Dare You...
to let a stream of wisdom
flow through the valley of knowledge
and into your sea of understanding
to allow that wisdom, knowledge, and understandig
to be enhance by the word of God
I dare you...
to speak the wisdom, knowledge, and understanding
into a listening ear in hopes that you may glorify God
by sowing good seeds and get someone to accept Christ in their life
I Dare You...
to fear the wrath of God.
for if you do then you would do your best
to be the best Christian you can be
I dare you to suffer for God;
to change your life by giving it to the Lord
For if Christ is on your side
no devil in hell can be against you
For the Lord said so Himself
And if you do not believe me
I dare you to do the research yourself
I DARE YOU...I DARE YOU...I DARE YOU!!!