Best Descending Poems
How far down do you need to go_
~to stand face to face and toe to toe_
~with that no-good son of a so and so?
Taking not only yourself but all you know.
Descending from on high to deep below_
How many of your friends are now your foe?
Rejecting all the trials meant to help you grow.
Didn’t you get the message or read the memo?
To suffer a little today and not eternal woe?
Did you forget the law of_ “Reap and Sow”?
You can’t ride with the devil_ you’re too slow_
He’s got the best saddle around this rodeo.
Lines his horse up four to a row_
Apocalyptic stallions galloping to and fro.
Charging full speed ahead with resilient gusto
Scorching hot winds from their lungs to blow_
Upon all those whose souls don’t glow_
From hot veins where passion flow_
~and fight to reject vile secret audio
~silent messages broadcast on radio.
Mind control media from news to talk show.
Wouldn’t go near him as far as I can throw.
Best not stomp around but quietly tiptoe.
Take your heart off your sleeve keep it undertow.
If you failed today try again tomorrow
For your deeds complies_ gifted wrapped in a bow
Your final payment is what you’ll come to owe.
Your bold stance morphs a wispy cameo.
Ill-fated effects of enacted domino.
How far down do you need to go_
~to stand face to face and toe to toe_
~with that no-good son of a so and so?
Taking not only yourself but all you know.
Descending from on high to deep below_
Ahead of her time
A cascade of lines
Crossed
The least of which was nudity
10/09/2019
sanguine glow ebbing
as it dips into the sea ~
sunset descending
old winds wander slow
through hollowed mountain paths,
carrying the murmured lore
of waters born before memory;
stone-faces lean inward, listening,
their ridges etched by centuries
of patient, moon-pale flow—
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down the elder cliffs,
where every drop recalls
a vow whispered in the first dawn;
the pool below waits open,
its surface stirring like prophecy,
gathering each falling thread
into a circle older than names,
as if the earth itself remembers
how light once learned to move
Dusk descending on the shore -
My eyes engorge themselves on orchid and wisteria swirls
which frost a blue-cake cotton-candy sky.
Peacefully, deeply, I draw in breath to savor
that special flavor of the sea. Its salty tang
delectably has mingled with the lime of my man's cologne.
Suddenly,the screech of beach scavengers assaults our ears.
Coming to claim our picnic’s small remains,
the gulls, through sky now glazed maroon, are shadows swarming-
dusk descending on the shore.
Written 9/19/2015
For the MIXED SENSES - Poetry Contest of nette onclaud
THEME: Evening
as the seasons change
a leaf drifts to mother earth
beautiful in death
Descending Sun
Setting sun indoctrinates an ascent,
Even smallest ants can cast,
Obvious long shadows !
Kimo - 10/7/6
Written Jan 19th, 2015
For contest by Scott thirtyseven
The canvas is painted in ochres and browns
Suggesting a figure, the staircase coming down
Be it masculine or feminine is for your mind to see
The artist’s title denotes it descends in nudity.
The body parts are not displayed so exact
Demonstrating movements that appear somewhat abstract
Stare as long as you like at the naked body parts
It now hangs in Philadelphia at the Museum of Art.
The name of this Modernist display is recognized by many
Although knowing what it looks like – you may not find any
“Nude Descending a Staircase, no 2” is a title known well
Painted by Marcel Duchamp in nineteen and twelve.
Although some will be disappointed when they finally take a look
This painting is a masterpiece in my artistic book.
http://www.philamuseum.org/collections/permanent/51449.html
Nude, Descending a Staircase*
Nude, descending a staircase.
Sunlight gleaming off the smooth curves
of the still warm, wet, torso.
Soft foamy shampoo halo
surrounding mounded hair,
damp, hurried footprints follow.
Squinting eyes peer through
gossamer curtains,
impatiently waiting in anticipation,
a noonday rendezvous.
A whispered exchange
in the cooling breeze of open door,
exciting the senses.
Climax…words uttered
in the chilled heat of passion,
echoing through the halls…..
“Who ordered this freakin’ Pizza?”
John G. Lawless
2/1/2015
*with apologies to……
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
After a hard day
a game-changing starts,
igniting the night.
You are buried
in stitches. The wounds
are devoid of blood.
Will you split the-
silence along the words ?
There was no awareness now.
A persona
becomes a revolution. The streets
are painted red.
The monument
drifts. You wash the landscape
with moonlight.
Satish Verma
Looking up at the sky, up in the air so high
Moving like a bird, time fiercely passing by.
You and I together, at each others side
Waiting for a full moon, until the highest tide.
To you my dearest, my true love for you is so
Love only for my angel, I love you more than you know.
I want to be with you so much, I'll risk anything for you
For you are my only true angel, this I tell you is true.
Through the intertwining touch, of our interlocking hands
Our life together just began, our future which expands.
For my someone special, the person I can not live without
Shall I lose my angel of god, my life as is shan't go about.
I tip my hat off, to you I call my dearest
You are my angel, I see that as the clearest.
For you are my treasure, the one I hold so dear
To you I must admit, we're together now and here.
Our love is like a sapling, growing into the strongest tree
Which will continue growing forever, the same as you and me.
What you unconditionally have done, you've illuminated my soul
It's you and your true compassion, that has recreated me whole.
Shall I say to my angel, that you are through and through
I hope that some day, your angel in me will be shown to you.
My wish upon a wish, you and i always together
Descending from the sky, like a pure angel's falling feather.
Shedding the dry life
Awaiting the new life, reborn
Forever in green
For Raul's contest
In shadows deep, where truth is lost/
I stand falsely accused, innocence lost/
Wrongfully convicted, they tore me from God/
My soul too pure for Heaven's facade/
Through realms of darkness/
I descended the Qliphoth's depths where light pretends/
Barriers break, and chains unbind/
A journey forged, a fate refined/
I face trials, a spirit bold/
In the shadows, a heart of gold/
No earthly ties, no mortal claim/
Descending through the voids of dark flames/
With each step taken, power found/
The weight of lies, no longer bound/
From a path of light forged in darkness/
The first to rise, an endless span/
A God is born in cosmic space/
Through strength and willpower, renewed hope/
The journey of the falsely accused/
Into the gape
With not but wits and weary
I shall find your muse
Deep in the gut of Terra
Churning ... molten
As my spirit.
~ 5th Place ~ in the "End October Premiere Poetry Contest", Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.