Best Disband Poems
Where doubts dissolve and roads disband,
there lies a quiet crescent beach
to crown the sea with golden sand.
A breath beyond the city's reach,
where waves recede like moving glass,
there lies a quiet crescent beach.
When evening fades and stars amass,
the silver sky consumes the sea
where waves recede like moving glass.
When moonlight skims the tallest tree
through wisps of fog and fragrant mist,
the silver sky consumes the sea.
Along the shore where waves persist,
the sunrise melts through violet clouds,
through wisps of fog and fragrant mist.
The sky discards its gauzy shrouds
where doubts dissolve and roads disband.
The sunrise melts through violet clouds
to crown the sea with golden sand.
Burnished gold, aged bronze patinaed by the firelight
singed by sullen Sol, not stayed by Poseidon's hand;
aflame, aflame, tall ships burn, see their masts ignite.
Impenitent, sky rains ash blackening the night.
Fire sends a smoky pall upon the sea and land,
burnished gold, aged bronze patinaed by the firelight.
Fire eats: the air, snuffs man's breath; highlighting their plight,
all hands on deck, the Captain calls, out his command.
Aflame, aflame, tall ship burns, see their masts ignite.
Hell's inferno comes calling on this sun lit night,
foul winds blow, fire roars, and so the flames are fanned;
burnished gold, aged bronze patinaed by the firelight.
Without their ship, crews are lost to a debtors blight.
Up the went like scarecrows shriven by the brand,
aflame, aflame, tall ships burn, see their masts ignite.
Cinder shower catch the dock; workers run in fright.
Pain and heartache fill the wharf; still, they must disband.
Burnished gold, aged bronze patinaed by the firelight
aflame, aflame, tall ships burn, see their masts ignite.
Keelmen Heaving in Coals by Night' by Turner
Published by Dual Coast 2014
"It's night before it's afternoon.
December is here before it's June."
Crystals had fluttered to the ground
And settled gently all around,
White as moistened quilt of feather
Upon the pale evening's heather...
Bare now after November’s hand
Stripped the fields while tints disband,
Endowing the trees with light finesse
And silver stars of gracefulness.
Casarah Nance 's Dr. Seuss Contest
by nette onclaud
8/16/2015
Christmas Castaways
My good friend Jerry’s unemployment had run out
I feared print journalism’s future was in doubt
But while we commiserated on Christmas Eve
A disheartening report was broadcast on TV
Local law enforcement had been busy that day
People found living in the woods had been cast away
These homeless families had set up tents on state land
And police had ordered these squatters to disband
How heartless it seemed that these souls should be tossed out
Poor folks who had nothing and learned to do without
We shut off the TV, couldn’t take it anymore
And headed for a café with joyful décor
Just twenty degrees as we drove down the highway
Where a sight neath a bridge caused far more dismay
A couple and their small child huddled together
Trying hard to stay warm in cold winter weather
Sad images of Bethlehem flashed through my mind
With no room at the inn for the savior of mankind
I looked at my friend and he returned my glance
We both felt this family needed a second chance
“Pull over,” he murmured, “we can’t just leave them here
These folks deserve to share in our holiday cheer”
So money that could have bought steak dinners for two
We used to buy hamburgers for our five-member crew
Some cash left over for a room at Motel Six
Not a real solution – a temporary fix
We returned Christmas Day; our church would take them in
But they had checked out; it was half past eleven
For long I’ve wondered what happened to this family
And what each Christmas holds for those who are needy
*Recollection of Christmas, 2007, when the economy started to fail.
Burnished gold, aged bronze patinaed by the firelight
singed by sullen Sol, not stayed by Poseidon's hand;
aflame, aflame, the tall ship burns, see the masts ignite.
Unpenitent the sky rains ash blackening the night
the fire sends a smoky pall upon the sea and land
burnished gold, aged bronze patinaed by the firelight.
Fire eats the air, it snuffs man's breath, death maybe their plight,
yet, all hands come to the Captains call, his to command
aflame, aflame, the tall ship burns, see the masts ignite.
Hell's inferno's come a calling on this sun lit night
a foul wind blows, the fire roars, and so the flames are fanned
burnished gold, aged bronze patinaed by the firelight.
Without their ship, the crew were lost, debtors they'd alight
they went up like straw scarecrows shriven by the brand
aflame, aflame, the tall ships burn, see their masts ignite.
Burning cinders catch the dock, the workers run in fright.
Pain and heart ache fill the wharf still they must disband.
Burnished gold, aged bronze patinaed by the firelight
aflame, aflame, the tall ship burns, see the masts ignite.
See About the poem
of vast nature be part
hear the salty sea waves rush in with froth and foam
steer the heart
stretch out on sand
merge to make sea, sand and sun home
disband
go dive
swim, walk, sleep, roam
live
of vast nature be part,
merge to make sea, sand and sun home
live
6th placement
written 05/Jan/2021
Mohan Chutani sponsor
Minichu format: Total 12 lines (4 stanzas of 3 lines each)
Rhyme scheme: Aba, cBc, dbD, ABD. 4th stanza consists of repeat of: 1st line of stanza 1, 2nd line of stanza 2, and 3rd line of stanza 3. Syllable count : Stanza 1: 6,12,3, Stanza 2: 4,8,2, Stanza 3: 2,4,1, Stanza 4: 6,8,1
A VISION
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The raw reflection, she is
The silent mirror of my soul
Who in her stillness channels deep
The sour secrets that stain
The dying hopes that drain
The heart of their keeper
Her dreamer's dream, like dice
Enfold in the fist of his hand
With rapidity, restrained
Unreleased to disband
Raveled, like the white lit stars
Secluded from the searching eye
Enrobed inside the night's dim sky
So was his love for her, emotions deep
Possessed, but never a prize
Displayed of him
The glamour hind the golden gates
Her city, there within resides
The glow of glory and my eyes
Like lips of lovers quick collide
Encumbered, closed inside a kiss
A soulful duet, sung
With power, undeniable
With passion, indescribable
Bowels of intimacy, in love
The bride/groom,
This ethereal, intimate scene
My eye beholds
Yet with heart of hearts
I withdraw and withhold her
Though so ever wise,
She's shows herself
Her wisdom, infallible
To myself, I say
"Be wise, take heed!!!"
For I know from my mind
The famine shall flee
Understand!!!! Understand!!!
Your will, to hers, yield
For your fate, in her hand befalls
"A wrong direction," she assures me
"Never should you know of fear"
For this angel, sent to you shall guide
And oversee you through the ever
Deep and dark divide
Between the distant realms
~Poetra Jah~
Six tiny feet softly padded through dark passage,
inherent sensory abilities guide the way.
Sight, smell, taste gleaned in clearest detail.
The ancient surface society, once quite different,
shed optic devices in the imposed subterranean life.
One little Martian was on a walk,
a favored pastime of his kind.
Mars now a labyrinth of tunnels and caverns,
built by the Early Ones after the Great Storm.
Once a lush world of fauna and waterways,
the Great Storm pummeled and scorched the planet.
In retreat to the safety of underground havens,
society adapted through vast ages and thrived.
Mars now airless, cold, devoid of water,
held great resources deep under the surface.
Huge reservoirs of mineral rich water,
flora in abundance produced sweet oxygen.
Free of ancient distractions, wealth, property, war,
Martian interest lay in art, music, and social bonding.
Life in a secure world devoid of harmful influence,
allowed and encouraged travel and interaction.
New born Martians developed quickly to self sustain,
family units would then disband to travel, once again.
Exploring the galleries of Mars, creating new unions,
a population, one family, strong and unified in purpose.
Martian life was rich in song, art, and oral lore,
experience passed from citizen to citizen freely.
Each new enclave offered welcome and opportunity,
a place of safety, home, open to all.
The spirit of life thrived and brought contentment,
in social unity all prospered of body and soul.
Six tiny feet softly padded through dark passage,
excited, filled with hope for what was in wait.
Robert Gene Stoner Jr
5/11/16 ©
The nonstop drip, drip, dripping drops of rain,
drum pitter-patter patterns on my brain.
And I slowly start to slip-slide past sane:
as endless dripping drops drive me insane.
For many miserable months, it pours,
and a dank depression drains me of hope.
As misery manifests, boredom soars,
and I'm deprived of light and forced to cope.
It's a moody, melancholy Monday,
another awful, rotten, rainy day.
And that rat-a-tat-tat sound slams away
like monsoon madness on constant replay.
Fast-flowing flash floods wash away the land
as this wretched weather gets out of hand.
Then, a shy, sullied sun shines; clouds disband,
and the sweet sound of silence sounds so grand.
How kind of you to think of me
On this beautiful autumn day
Were your thoughts regarding your loyalty?
Or were they thoughts rehearsed to display?
Such a powerful thing, this loyalty bond
Something we all inevitably yearn
A bond of trust and fidelity
A bond which we all must earn
Many will take it lightly
Most will not understand
Some will honor and embrace it
Yet the majority will heartily disband
I laugh at the thought of the loyalty bond
The yearning of a bond which does not exist
Its amazing how all of us will long for
An illusion so easily dismissed
Life surrounds us with miracles each and every day
Blinded are the people who don’t see the wonder display
A child who’s born with ten fingers and ten tiny perfect toes
A child who’s free from illness and healthy as he continually grows
A single mother struggling to ensure the ability to survive
Facing endless obstacles; her child’s health promotes her drive
A troubled lost soul in dire need, of a kind helping loving hand
His suicidal thoughts evaporate; a now vanished forever disband
An atheist whose religion is filled with hatred and disbelief
As he takes his very last breath, the Lord’s love fills his voided grief
An elderly couple who’s family is misplaced and sadly out of touch
A homeless needy puppy who’s love has given them simply so much
An abused neglected child dwelling inside a house of dead
Blessed is the hero who saves this child of dread
A once successful entrepreneur who’s lost everything he once had
Homeless in need of shelter, a “nobody” lends him a helping hand
Miracles are all around us, if we only take the time to truly see
That the next one in need of a miracle could surely be you or me
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
The Heavenly Courtroom
“ 14Therefore, since we have a great high priest who has gone through the heavens, Jesus the Son of God, let us hold firmly to the faith we profess. 15For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but we have one who has been tempted in every way, just as we are—yet was without sin. 16Let us then approach the throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need.” Heb 4:14-16 NIV
Will you be found guilty
Or will your name be vindicated?
Will you ask Jesus to be your Saviour—
A life that’s exonerated?
The Courtroom in Heaven—
Is daily set in motion.
The Accuser known as Satan—
Seeks to gain his revengeful portion.
When the seven plagues of Revelation—
Start on earth to fall,
Judgment has concluded—
Each case decided for one and all.
Is your name written—
In the Lamb’s Book of Life?
Are you covered by Christ’s righteousness,
Or Satan’s fateful knife?
Christ is our High Priest above—
In the Heavenly Sanctuary.
He intercedes for His sheep,
Following His sacrifice on Calvary.
In the Heavenly Courtroom,
He stands in our place.
When covered by His righteousness,
We receive His saving grace.
Will you ask Him for forgiveness,
So that your Saviour can stand;
Successfully pleading your case,
All guilt to disband?
The Accuser is persistent—
He wants your vindication,
But Christ stands in your place—
To offer you exoneration!
Copyright © 2010-2012 Maureen LeFanue
www.maureenlefanue.com
Response to trite, the fools disband
to break up solemn trust, now banned
this pagan entity at hand
does turn the righteous from expand!
That adding on grace' contraband
is Soul's renewal, take a stand
refreshing like the summit's span
to gain configuration, land!
From all dissension heal, not damn
this brave encounter, witness grand
the mind's direction open and
the course' attention revels scan!
To comb reality by strand
my own divesture is so planned
the worth of angels in command
a higher level fitting, manned!
Is God's injunction of . . . I AM!
To teach some virtue on broadband
To spread God's word from a bandstand
To require more clothes during a suntan
To eliminate lewd dances in lap-land
To take lust fanned and begin a ban
To fight child prostitution in Thailand
To remove molesters' favorite gland
To vanquish tears throughout the land
To banish lewd stories from the newsstand
To compel greedy people to disband
To stop cattle rustling in the rangeland
To remove abused plants from pusher's cropland
To not stick my head deep in the sand
To teach righteous living in my homeland
To stop mankind from sinking in sin's quick sand
Contemporary values are not God's plan.
© January 27, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
POETIC FORM: List with Monorhyme
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Contemporary
Sponsored by: Joe Maverick
What is justice? What is right
In a world consumed by greed?
What can we do when justice is gone
and the law can't intercede?
We need to heed sound instruction.
We require the power to trust.
We desire a new dimension.
This directive is a must!
So sack the politicians;
The judges should all go.
Disband committee meeting;
Quangos are a 'no'!
Innuendos and intentions
must fully be explored.
Appointing Peoples' courts;
Should, at first, not be ignored.
Heh! Hang on just a second,
I've just thought of something new:
Human rights will be denied.
Let's forget about this review!
Robert Cartwright-Davidson Jan. 2011