Best Daring Poems
Daring Daffodils
wearing nothing but
yellow crowns and green stockings...
daring daffodils
Ice crystal contrails cerulean skies crisscross,
Grazing the wispy clouds of cottony linens
Like smooth white, waxy strings of dental floss
Strung out high above these heavenly denizens.
Grazing the wispy clouds of cottony linens
Are they playing war games above the peace?
Strung out high above these heavenly denizens
Are they from earthly tensions finding release?
Are they playing war games above the peace?
These high-flying aerial jockeys of daring feat
Are they from earthly tensions finding release?
They soar through the heavens without defeat.
These high-flying aerial jockeys of daring feat
Top guns rehearsing for battles they must abhor,
They soar through the heavens without defeat
Ever testing, faster, never enough, always more.
Top guns rehearsing for battles they must abhor
Keenly aware of the vital defense roles they play
Ever testing, faster, never enough, always more
Their high-flying antics are de rigueur for the day.
Keenly aware of the vital defense roles they play
Like smooth white, waxy strings of dental floss
Their high-flying antics are de rigueur for the day,
Ice crystal contrails cerulean skies crisscross.
FIRST PLACE WINNER
Submitted to "Pantoum - Old or New" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
SECOND PLACE WINNER
Written May 29, 2022
Submitted to "Flight Poetry Contest"
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
#12 on BEST NEW POEMS LIST
June 10, 2022
Submitted to "Marathon Contest Mile 3"
Sponsored by Mark Toney
I Prefer Those Daring To Just Write
I prefer my poetry very raw and real
giving life and emotion to be seen
A prize, a parade - the real deal
not words delivered merely to preen
Stand back and give true strokes
reactions,good or bad are alright
Do that,touching the right folks
deep pleasure for we that write!
I prefer my poetry easy and deep
a young sparrow about to fly
Sad that will make your heart weep
so damn tragic makes you ask why
Or Love in any of its many forms
dead,lost or in sweet display
Forget the cry for all the norms
be daring, do it your own damn way!
I prefer rejection over false yays
a poet must say,look into my soul
There could well be millions of ways
to arrive at the true and right goal
Give poetic words that sing a dance
swimming in our big hearts and ears
Matters not if its all about romance
or dark tales of our greatest fears!
I prefer those daring to just write
or ask the reader to think very deep
Shoot words strong and out of sight
sing out, laugh , dance or even weep
A poet often cries,eat into my Soul
see what happens when we write pain
Tear our hearts out and stomp the hole
no heart,no sacrifice we reap no gain!
Robert J. Lindley, 05-11-2015
Aiming to be truly great,
where there is no debate.
It is a very natural instinct:
An instinct inherently innate.
We were created uniquely special.
I have come to this given realization.
This is surely a fateful maturation.
To rightly aim at this destination.
Obstacles may come in the way.
People can give their no and disdain.
Tides will bring gifts and then go away.
Part of being great, is to stay on this train.
Curry this
Curry that
Dare to add
A burst of flavor
Uniquely spicy
Savory and earthy
Exotically extravagant
Hot or mild bouquet
Ticklish of the taste buds
Enamored colors to entice
Reminiscent of faraway delights
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
your name
is colour
more than a word
it is light
you define
***
I am your joy, your hopes and dreams
I will mold you to stay mindful
I am the ease with which you wake
I will embrace you each time you climb
I will bathe you in tender thoughts
I am the sound of songs you hum
I am your vision holding you strong
I am your recovery.
*
Awe but man! She is a looker!
Don’t know if she’s someone’s honey,
Or a chargin’ hooker.
She’s struttin’ her stuff down town in her Lees,
jeans so tight,
they’ve locked her knees..
Must be wearin’ all that makeup just to hide the pain,
a price she pays for the attention gain..
Three inch spikes and hopin’ she don’t slip,
Cause them blue jeans just bound to rip!
Squeezing into them must have been a trick,
Now to peel and pry them off,
She’ll have to use a stick…
Sure got this fellow to lookin’! Can’t say that I ain’t !
Wow! Is there such a thing as denim colored paint?!!
go caterpillar,
and take that momentous leap!
sunny meadows wait.
Love’s oft audacious and temerarious,
presumptuously daring, yet close to heart.
An adventurous, although precarious
journey, of self-discovery from the start.
Our attempts at love can be hilarious
for at times, we put the horse behind the cart.
But our egos soon learn honesty is best,
for to experience love, hearts must feel blessed.
(Rispetto)
8/16/2017
I touched his hand
On that playground
With those children
Looking
With sun in his hair
And his sparkling eyes
Outdoors smelled
Better than wet grass
After rain
Than vanilla ice cream cones
On Sunday
You know how bubbles can exist?
Like overgrown pink bubblegum?
On far too daring lips?
This timeless juncture
Where just he and I
Had momentum
And nothing else in our
Small frail world
Mattered
In my stomach something
Came alive with
Tornado twists
Fluttering feelings
He didn't move
Or speak
The moment lasted
My entire life
Every of his knuckles
Etched in memory
No word crossed my lips
Failed my tongue
These few seconds
Winks in time
Were a smile to last
Forever
In my consciousness
***
© Darren White
January 27, 2017
At the corner of King and Far West Street
A newly arrived German family
They'd given birth to one
We were twelve or thereabout
I saw her in twilight of Hit Parade on radio Belize
I'd just walked barefoot from my yard
Never made it to Jim, the grocer next door.
I was face to face with newness of life
Eyes like a pussy cat, she pulled me
Half devoured me with her embrace
She squeezed as if to savor joy
I was pissed she dared to seize me
Caught me off guard
I smelled the smell of evening rose, but
Could not chase the fog that vied for her warmth
I knew not the color of friendship
Dark chocolate, white hands
Blues by the Caribbean Sea.
*
Eating a bowl of red jello
a friendly alligator said hello
Sociable me greeted him back
not desiring a 'gator attack
Came across an amiable bear
asked me if I'd brush his hair
Trembling scared, I took the dare
mouthing a secret, silent prayer
Met up with a smiley lion
offered me a drink of his wine
I didn't refuse this chance to defuse
a meet-up I could only lose...
All this happened in our new, 'interactive' zoo
~ which I'd vote to defund, if I were you
I would like to thank you for your visit.
I have removed these poems for a distant future book publication.
I believe we poets, can make a difference
in this world. We live in the 21st century,
we have tools( technology), we have our past, and imagination.
We just don't have the courage, because
I guess most are afraid to fail, to loose money.
All I have to say is we can't take money with us,
when we die. I also say hasn't mankind failed enough,
and isn't mankind worth the effort, our children is worth the effort..
Thank you, and my your God Bless you
John E WordSlinger
In a quiet pond so tranquil fair
Mirrors looking back to me
Daring me to dream of where
Should I close my eyes to see
Beyond this place where I live
Illusions raptures in fantasy
Submitting my very soul to give
So gently there to carry thee
And borne upon the scented air
A Papillion to take me there