Best Decant Poems
Lovingly Dedicated to My Closest Friend, My Mother
My loving friend can caress cares away.
With simple gestures meant to pleasure sway,
She turns my smile upright and firms its stay.
Such kindness meets my same, I do oft pray.
As balm she soothes incurred hurt, ache and pain.
Together, life’s rude battles lose their strain
As handled by our combined wit and brain.
I hope her loving light will never wane.
She matters so much to my fragile heart
That I view her as my dear counterpart.
We sometimes separate, but never part.
I love her laughter, value her brain-smart.
We grow and change like season’s nature hues.
With candor we explore life’s many clues,
And, God knows, we both paid quite hefty dues.
As precious gift, our friendship joys accrue.
What she may need, I pray to aptly grant.
What dims her joy, I strive to best supplant.
What hurts her feelings, I seek to decant.
What her heart wants, becomes my own heart’s chant.
Curator's canvas primed white
Pure white and found wanting
a common subject to decant-
Man and Woman, in waiting.
Once laurel-wreathed,
Now ceremonially decadent.
Not a word, True Love breathed...
Recoiled lives once ravelled
will be parallel lives travelled
in convoluted loving.
And truer twisted hating.
Posted: 21/07/2018.
(This is about the love/hate aspect that unravels what could be good relationships.)
Pour your heart out, let it flow.
Like a river's torrent, let it go.
On your bare arms let it glow.
Let its rhythmic pulse show,
that you really, truly, deeply can bestow
pure, stark, emboldened emotions all aglow.
With heart exposed, a sleeve gateau.
it was not a long time ago story when we have met
it was not a long time ago when we have shared our stories
we have never thought of loosing our dignities when we opened up and chat..
time has managed to met our two worlds like it bries..
we cherished our memories down the lane..
we laughed at our likings and made it more insane
we thought of getin ourself mould to our loved songs of i thnk coldplay..
time has also make it melodious as like somone will be in pain..
we also givin each other reality checks to make image clear..
we have been into touch with each other just like it was meant..
suddenly the fog has arrived like in any other story and all disappear..
time has changed d situation but its you who has tapd it to decant..
after a while u came up with ur funny lies and mocked around..
its funny to saw u like that and makin me fool again like its sound..
there is no hope in me trustin you blindly again..
dts how i can teach you the lesson of love n now to refrain...
dere were times whn i feel like havin u back again..
my heart was weak dts why it was calin ur name..
since when i have told u to move on but d pain remain..
time has nevr been same until it was meant to be framed...
love pari
if u likd d poem or if didnt ...just put ur input wid cmnts....i wud love to observe dt..
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A new beginning
With
Extravagant flowers'
Doth' adorn your feet
Decant
In the life
Of Abstinence
Where
The Heavens' shall
Sing....
And sprout forth
The seed's of your
Beauty...
Heavenly Bound
Poet Author
Gary Fields
Love and longevity
Are
The ultimate factors'
To keeping a love alive
- And -
It has a certain nuances'
In sustaining that life
------
It keeps' one alive
Ever reminding us to
Let each and every work
Be the work of God
And that each work be decant
With the seeds of His love
- And -
Let our Mothers' Day
Be practiced
Fore you are my Mother
And this day
Is preordained for you to
Exalt your contribution in the name
Of all that which is holy...
Gary Fields
Poet/Author
From "The Cross"
Xlibris Pub BOOK #106627
Rev. (NOV2013)
Waiting for chips*
Hungry at noon
Vinegar, salt
Use a fork not a spoon
Eat by the sea
Where the waves are unhurried
Peas that are mushed
Sauce that is curried
Two slices of bread
A chip butty create
Overloading my buds
Luscious carbohydrate
There are pies. There are peas
There is gravy and fish
Loading it all on your tray
Pile it up as you wish..
Unwrap from the paper
Don't decant to a plate
'Saves washing up'
And besides it tastes great
The angels in heaven
Look downward in awe..
As the humans devour
Much of what they adore
One of life's simple pleasures
Take a peek, there are many
Eating chips by the sea
Can't be beaten by any
Jinjagoliath
2nd July 2023
*in the UK French fries are 'chips'
If a dog is stopped from pooping, is he DEterred?
Has your hair all of a sudden DEparted?
Donald Duck's pay cheque was once DEducted
To get a seat at a concert, do you ever use DEceit?
Have you ever seen a tree DEbark?
If you spit out a breath mint, do you DEsert?
Do your trousers ever get DEpressed?
Do skirts sometimes get DEpleted?
If a cop tears up one of two tickets, does he have to DEfine
Can locomotive engineer's mind get DErailed?
Do first nation peoples live by DEcree?
When a painter farts, do they imitate DEgas?
If you try and fail, do you DEcant?
The lowest card in a deck is a two, I DEduce
If a dog gives you a tiny bite, is that called a DEbit?
© Jack Ellison 2013
If a dog is stopped from pooping, is he DEtured?
Has your hair all of a sudden been DEparted?
Donald Duck's pay cheque was once DEducted
To get a seat at a concert, do you ever use DEceit?
Have you ever seen a tree DEbark?
If you spit out an apple pie, do you DEssert?
Do your trousers ever get DEpressed?
Do skirts sometimes get DEpleted?
If a cop tears up your ticket, does he actually DEfine
Can locomotive engineer's mind get DErailed?
Do first nation peoples live by DEcree?
When a painter farts, do they imitate DEgas?
If you try and fail, do you DEcant?
The lowest card in a deck is a two, I DEduce
If a dog gives you a tiny bite, is that called a DEbit?
Vibrant Blue
Vibrant blue always paves my bright ways,
And reinforces me to reach the lavish peaks.
It weaves my life with eternal ambition rays,
Wherever birds share me pleasure by creeks.
Pure blue color is a secret of fruitful hope,
That animates my dreams to soar and bloom.
And guides me how to brood over and lope.
And provides me with clues to grind the gloom.
I admire a light vibrant blue as cool breezes,
That whisper to the flowers and roses to smile,
And stimulates lovely butterflies and busy bees.
To collect sweet flowers nectar gently for awhile.
Vibrant blue teaches me how to step and stride,
And makes me decant with my self-respect and pride.
Florid elegance ablush
Nestled in gardens lush
Pigments triumph aplenty
Resilient verdant sentry
Colossal erectile shoots
Ingrain deep abyssal roots
Precious tis platinum spun
Abreast arising sun
Glorious tis supple reign
Aubade beauteous engrain
Vibrant sword lily plant
Borne on Gaia’s decant
Traverse archaic path
Helios waning wrath
Shadows await dusk
Abscond obliging musk
3/15/2022
Seven was my number,
When you first gave me that gift,
The tunnel you forever fixed in my heart,
I can make you remember,
At home from Jean’s where I’d gone to mother play,
You thoroughly dribbled a hot stick on my entire,
A warning for me and my friends never to jumble,
It was the first day my mind tried a prison getaway,
Like you read my mind,
And discovered my intended road,
You welcomed me to a dinged home,
A hell a little girl had to face,
Daddy the respected name I called you,
And pleaded every moment to pass through,
You understood well what I wanted,
But you only jazzed plastics flames to my hands,
Like a refugee I sneaked my eyes as they played,
My chemicals dancing in pain whenever I moved,
The soar laughter my mouth wheezed,
With the aggregating pain whenever you mined deeper in my land,
They were never an outcast as you made me see,
Truth is they were the best bequests one could ever have,
The fine memories you prevented me from creating,
A slanted life is what you certified me to living,
You polluted my entire life,
From the day mum went to live in the skies,
That day I became an urchin even with you by my planes,
Even though am twenty now I still curse the heavens,
The sky that took away my life; bequeathed it to the monster,
My father a swine who instilled pain to always remember,
The punches he muted my cries with are cropped memories,
Too large to fit to the folder of my recollections,
The fair judgment belong to deity but this is my case,
The girl who swam in torture in many years without justice,
Am not ashamed to drive my own flesh to many years in jail,
Why should I free the man who censored my breath in his cell?
You tilted my world turning my head to a toddling object,
My soul bleeds from the stabs enterprised by your conducts,
My heart asthmatically dancing to rhythms of its sad songs,
Perhaps someday I will find my shadow; and forgive you; maybe then I shall decant this fuming pain,
A shot of tequila..
Stare in my eyes.
Sparkling stars
up in the skies.
Paralleling motives.
Hands upon hip.
Cacoethes whirling.
Undeniable grip.
Passionate sounds.
Decant from my soul.
Sweat dripping down.
Love in control.
Messages sent with a push..
and a pull.
Satisfaction released..
Passions will rule.
The hustle of the
Khyber pass
Dusty
Dirty
Traffic chaotic
Pori’s border
Like the ground
Soaking up my foot prints
We move beyond
The bus is silent
In this barren landscape
I look upon the discarded
Shells of war
Interesting
I identify shells
From many wars
Like a walk
Along a beach
After a storm
An high tide
But the storm
Still thundering
The vision scape
Has pockets of green
So many gums
I could be back
In Oz
A brief stop
Jalalabad
The men Decant
I stay
Watching
Looking
Out the dusty window
Engrossed in what I see
The woman and children
All start talking and laughing
At once
The sudden noise
Makes me Jump
I look around
But all I see are ghosts
But free
The influence
Of men
The men return
So does the silence
We move on
We pass a check point
Then stop
Beside a green river
I sit on the bank
Smoke some hash
With old Coco
He looks just like
The old cameleers
From the pioneers
We can’t converse
But I feel
A gentle heart
War tired eyes
Mountains loom
Around us
We are about to make
The push up
To Kabul
We join a convoy
Of trucks
So many trucks
All going up
And up
And up
Never been on such
A huge mountain
And such a narrow
Road
I look down on the
Shells of trucks
That didn’t make it
Up or down
Horns blare
Dust stings my eyes
But I want to see
If I am
About to die
We plateau
And loose the convoy
Cruse toward Kabul
We stop at the
Biggest refugee camp
The atmosphere is
Stressful
Angry
Suffocating
Claustrophobic
Like a humid
Wet season day
I can’t wait to leave
Continue we do
The end is here
The infamous
Soccer stadium
Blocks an blocks
Of rubble
The end
Of the road
To Kabul
Oh great eye of darkness
Pour down milky glow
My beacon of brilliance
Begin the creep show
Come my precious orb of night
Above the shroud of inky fright
Beam my silent pumpkin moon
Guide us as we mount our brooms
Replete me with impure delight
So fellow hags may take their flight
Tonight seems eerily opportune
To scatter nightmares laced with doom
With gothic flair non can compare
Tonight
release
Invoke despair
Shivers tickle mortal spines
vampires decant crimson wine
Come haunting laughter
Insane cries
Come breath on neck
Come hollow eyes
Whispering crones in surreptitious huddles
Mutter their words as cauldron bubbles
Footsteps pacing
Hearts are racing
no idea just what they’re facing
We’ll brew potions
Cause commotions
Cut the veil and drain the oceans
For now we summon hungry ghouls
To terrorise those human fools
Hairs prick up and throats are tight
What joy to watch their dread ignite
Breath in the stench of rotting flesh
Behold they’re rising from their death
Shadows dance on stony beds
Their burning hunger must be fed
Relinquish your celestial power
Gaze down on me as I devour
None escape your watchful gaze
Now set this Halloween ablaze