Best Description Poems
Her hair is a mountainous cascade of glistening snow
Her laugh echoes through every continent, soothing every beast
Her legs are two magnificent Eiffel towers
Her teeth are as white as paper
Her teeth are as straight as a soldier saluting
Her disposition’s the sweetest molasses
Her voice is a lively personality
Her face was surely sculpted by angels in heaven
She has the height of the tallest forest
Her lips are pink treasures , coveted by royalty
Her boots are declarations of war against ants
Her shirt is cut out of the sky
Her disposition’s like a cathedral full of butterflies
Her feet can walk on water
Her hands are as active as hummingbirds
Form:
Job Description Board of the Middle East
The Sniper - not Palestinian
The Bomber - not Palestinian
The Thief - not Palestinian
The Terrorist - not Palestinian
The Child Killer - not Palestinian
The Burner of Tents - not Palestinian
The Group that blows up Hospitals - not Palestinian
The Rapist - not Palestinian
The Blocker of Humanitarian Aid - not Palestinian
The Exploding Pager Man - not Palestinian
Plant Bombs in Toys Job - not Palestinian
Booby Trap food on the starving - not Palestinian
Deprive Water to the Starving Job - not Palestinian
Genocide Promoter - not Palestinian
Financier of Genocide - not Palestinian
Propagandist for defending burning Babies - not Palestinian
Killer of Journalists - not Palestinian
Using Ambulances to murder civilians - not Palestinian
However all these positions are open
apply in Israel
they need more persons with zero morals
death is their only currency
Alarm as mind is hurled in icy cage
deaf to what between them nurses said,
orchestra of terror took the stage
and heartbeat had took refuge in my head
'Just keep you're breathing steady, won't be long,
you're doing well', consultant's last remark,
metallic taste was forming on my tongue,
a whistling in my ears heralded dark.
wide eyed, frozen, hands on rails tightly cling
helpless, supine, outside my comfort zone,
nerves tighter than overtuned guitar strings,
surrounded, yet never felt so alone.
It still walks with me now, I shan't forget
The day that fear and I finally met.
For contest 'Dancing with description', sponsor- Casarah Nance
Viv Wigley
28th October 2015
Anatomy is an amplification of Amphibology,
Conspicuous consort of natural ideology,
In consideration of the developing technology.
Contentious contentment or consummation contemplative,
Conjectural, theoretical and practicable sociology.
Quickly
Open suggestively
Thought take accusations
Anomalies
Bench faking
Distorted trees
Open baskets
Caskets
Deeply seed
Close proportionally
Who to be
Watched washed criminally
Minded law orders
Gavel pounding heart beat
Engaging ceremonies streets
Blue red purple stories
Back lash freaks
Bullet scraping
Rimmed concrete
Who to be
Soaked tears adolescence
Skipping detention
Rattle thieves
Bees were is at straight
Con-formalities
Body counting
Recognition
Who that
Be
Shallow waters flowing and wandering through the valley so
Plant life so distracting that it makes things stop
Birds flying and swooping down on pray, it becomes full of sites
Animals like fox, scavenging with their bright orange fur
Fur that shines and protect them from weather
Beautiful flowers that these animals pass
Bright blue, red, yellow, and green
And other colors that can not be made by man alone
Rocks covering the sides of hills
Vines grasping on tree's limb to limb
Almost all the vegetation is so full of growth
Growing up hills, mountains, and valleys
I did not know how life in the wild is so full of energy
Tree's swaying with the winds blowing
Turtles crawling up out of the river for a while
Lying in the shade, but most love the sun
Little critters like chipmunks playing
Making chit, chit, chitchatting, chatter, noise
So cute they are so little but so fast
One moment they are there, the next they are not
Other creatures abroad, slowly moving through the forest
A young but problematical badger digging through
Through the little chipmunks dens
Making it's home with them creating so much racket
The chipmunks decided to just vacate
As they look like they wanted to through nuts at the badger
Instead they just ran into a different place
Gathering what they had to another location
So that is life in the world of Nature
So much to view so little time, but what I have seen
Is a Life time....
Disappointment
My father's signature has been forged for I know his hand
Greed for squandering have made you fall to your lowest ebb
My temples blasted at the shame that we are of the same blood
I choked to know that your son dared to forge dad's will
The embarrassment gushed in my blood about trespassed relationships!
I was thorned in every nerve at your restless unrequited greed
How could my brother do so? Overpowered by his greedy half?
My spirits depleted as I weakened in the arms of my dependent mother
I had nightmares of her being murdered as my heart had been
Why hero-worship grandpa if his virtues of gender equality aren't followed?
It suddenly awakened me to life we didn't belong to the same family mould
Strangely you and your family that I immensely loved, became strangers
I signed the will with a heavy heave not because I was befooled,
But my nosedived soul knew that my father would have wanted it so.
You have been my greatest disappointment, oh my un-dear brother!
November 7, 2015
Contest: Dancing With Description
Sponsor: Casarah Nance
Outside a quaint town in fair Vermont,
by my family’s vacation home,
is a small field with fences and sign,
in the warm month’s it’s a place to go.
They have a flea market on weekends,
rows of tents pitched under mountains green,
for most people it is just old junk,
but it is fascinating to me.
There’s a tent that’s selling goat-milk soap,
I did not know that that was a thing,
the man behind it smells of hippie,
but not too much, since he’s still selling.
Next to him are magazines that
were new back in my grandfather's time,
postcards from before the depression,
so many that it boggles my mind.
Across from that, old iron housewares
from a century that is long past,
rough-hewn evoke memories
of a wholesome time that couldn’t last.
Besides that place, hand-turned wooden bowls,
from a shop the next county over,
their pretty, yes, with natural lines,
but at that price, I will say, “No sir!”
Then there’s the tent with all the old books,
dangerous place for men like myself,
it’s foretold I’ll pick up old novels,
but which ones? I can never foretell.
A guy is selling old comics books,
another is hawking baseball cards,
gaudy women’s clothes are over there,
near cheap tools and pieces of old cars.
There’s the guy with army-navy stuff,
yellowed manuals from World War II,
and more knives than you could ever need,
yet I still walk away with a few.
Of course there is the hot dog vendor,
with cheap prices you don’t find these days,
then a tent with essential oils,
I just roll my eyes and stay away.
Buy cheap bandanas for the nephews,
little guys will think that they’re so neat,
the I meander back to my car,
let the wheels take the stress off my feet.
Silently, silently, behind the bed stead of night,
Without any howling of moon,
Besides, walk along the clouds.
Walk silently, melt silently.
At the half- lighted pure hours of darkness.
If sun departs, night would not come,
Evening primroses open forever.
If twilight departs, sun would not come,
Nightmares shine forever.
I wish, the night is admirable,
I wish life ending moments with you,
I am afraid of death without you,
because, I do not know,
What has happened after death?
Without you, the winds are mischievous,
They come and ask me:
Create situate for me in your heart.
Why do not you come to me like them?
Oh! Listen to me, my life:
Yesterday, I did not sleep at night,
Ask me to come to you.
Place my head in your arms,
And sing a song for me.
Silently, silently, hug me for the last time,
Behind the bed stead of night,
Without any howling of moon,
Besides, walk along the clouds,
Walk silently, melt silently,
At the half- lighted pure hours of darkness
Passed this week by slow
like honey poured out
Monday over oats
and figs, milk, bowl
of mixed up fruit with.
Tuesday drinking
I two coffees
by day making
way for scheduled
busy time.
Busy week
came Friday
at last
catching
breath.
screen est vestis
stares adversus referre
fastidium tuum---
loquitur nisi ad te
integer elit,
quod autem dictum est, ideas, ut cum te fabulas narrare,
nondum est ipsum suum &
quod est horologium ticking
& circa angulum rectum opus die tommorow
scis,
somnus corporis necessitatibus
reliqui corporis necessitatibus
se ab illa corporis necessaria pulls screen
(fed melius ire ad sustentationem a piece of opus in sacculo,
quam inanem animum inside) ---
sed plus interiorem hominem,
una vis impress
ratione cuius
tu creasti ad splendorem
clarissimis quasi stellae in caelo
cuius lucis te acervum images & verborum
clausus sicco sol
accedit quod cum tot horas omnia asserere conatus tuos
inlido
tibi
sicut
a
bug---
sed actum est descriptis & tardus
incipio super asperges digitos keys
dum modo illa memoriae tradiderunt.
Words flow like a babbling brook,
To my home, muse lets me look.
A farmstead by the rush.
Whisper in my ear, ancestor cheer, comedic discuss.
A choice for some, prince or slum.
Forward thinking, and digital dumb.
Can we walk? Soulful spirit and painless run?
Journey end, expedition begun.
One of three, three of one,
To flight, to absorb the here and gone.
Memory and conscience,
Hammer or tongue.
Soulful challenge, to fit or belong,
Codswallop with angelic song.
Pain soup all the way, fire and flame,
Your shine. . . Our shame.
-The Northern Poet-
Just because I get excited
when you talk to me
and your smile, tickles my fancy
and because I get obviously intense
when you pay attention
to another flower so charming;
just because my eyes gossip
of my burning heart, when you look good.
And there's no where
to hide my sensual body gestures
when you hold my hands;
just because I wash you
with compliments
and rinse them off with your praises
when you show every little kindness;
just because my heart
stores a sculpture of your charisma
and me in totality, is already devoted to a fraction of you;
just because you've seen
my yearnings so clearly
and the world has seen through me
that I accept to be lured by your unconscious magnet;
does not mean you'll snap your fingers
for my tongue to lick your toes.
nor you'll blink your eye
and I'll appear in attendance to your worship.
Love is a good thing,
the feeling beats every good experience
biting its endocarp, isn't my doing
but as I let my heart speak
it's lips will be controlled
by the stewards of my mind.
Do things right and follow due process.
This I assure; you must do
if you want to enjoy the good tidings of my soul,
cos when setting my description
'cheap' isn't any of its words.
It is natural to feel this way
but total folly to be punished because of it.
The idea of me
A strong energy
Energy that gets loud
Faithful belief
Strength of mind
Physical longing
Sharp with ideas
Hands that have souls
Actions with heart
Ideas that flow
World of canvas
Building my world in color
By my hands that move
Nerves that tells a story
Hope with passion
This is me....
I have gazed upon her eyes to wonder why? For they have brought me a memories of another for I could not have. Yes, this is what I saw? Her skin black like the night that plays together as like passing, Her eyes brown that holds the mystery of her, Her lips light to touch form like those playful clouds children love to shape, Her nose speak to breathe but don't dare, The whole lining of her face for which it took the maker an life times to create, just so that whatever man true of heart may hold her all the days of his life. Her shoulders lenght to her arm to hands are beautifully form from what mejesty, Her chest made flat to hold the two mountains that are her breasts, her breasts like two circles that tenderly move ever so slowly as I tremble showing me their true form like babies out to play, Her belly like her chest flat but like with a masculinity of a well bound mother. How neatly shaped the hair on her garden , which show the flesh that has brought men to their knees. I alone desire to speak and meet, but she walked away with her Buttlock gently moving from side to side declaring her womanhood. For she is the Queen of a once forgotten kingdom, The Queen of the Kinglessking. The wholeness of her body spoke to say, Take this kiss upon your lips with the parting of you, thus this much let me avow you are not wrong. who deem that my days be but an dream, yet, hope has frowned away into the night, or in the day, or, in a vision, or, in none. is it therefore the less gone? For all that we see or seen, I stand amid a roar of suf-tortured souls, and I hold within my hands grains of golden sand, How few, yet how they creep through my fingers into the deep. while I weep! while I weep? O YAH can I not grasp tighter clasp? O YAH can I not save but one from the pitiless waves all that I see or seen? Her beauty to me was like those nice yoke that Genlty moves over a perfume sea. The weary way worn wonderer bore to her own native on desperate sea long to want. Her hyacinth woody hair, Her classic face, Her naiad air that has brought me to see her glory? O the grandeur that was lo in her brilliant willow niche statue like I saw her there? The agate lamp that is in her soul! (ah) Psyche from the region which are holy