Best Disbands Poems
Each reel of snowflake leaves behind,
fine traces of her glowing days,
a melancholy cast of mind,
while color sets the world ablaze.
Where flies a gold and opal whirl,
as the moon's lulling course disbands,
and chilly winds of winter swirl,
the hardened heart against it stands.
And yet this night contrives to hold
a promise, tinged with freshening air.
As droplets wing the crisping cold,
a glinting gem lies hidden there.
For with this frosty change, at last,
a love remains in snowdrop's glow,
whose mist will counter tattered past,
to flutter down like feathered snow.
Snow Contest
For Shadow Hamilton
11/20/2015
Nothing is constant but change, it is said...
I hate that saying
I hate change
I hate the change of love to indifference
I hate the change that makes a lover a friend
I hate the change that makes a friend an acquaintance
I've witnessed changes...
a band of friends disbands
collaborators collide and subside
"All for one and one for all" becomes only....ONE
damage done
Change.
Not all change is bad
that much is clear to me
I've become stronger, you see
able to be
free
Still...
I hate the change that made you withhold
the greeting...grow cold
forgetting another saying,"old is gold!"
You should be told...
that in all that change
the constant
was
always~~~
^ME^
Eileen Manassian
While midnight bats are gnawing gnats and feasting free unseen,
a toddler’s fed from garbage sheds an elegant cuisine.
Along the trails in distant dales a lonesome wolverine
feigns appetite on fogy nights and days of crystalline.
The circus gongs excite the throngs in nighttime Never Land –
they swarm to see the destiny of Freaks at their command,
while Acrobats step pitapat across the shifting sands
and Lady Fat adores her cat and oozes charm unplanned.
The Dwarfs in suits, so small and cute when marching with the band,
ask crimson Clowns with painted frowns, to lend a mutant hand,
while Tamers’ whips with withered tips, throughout the winter land,
lure minds entranced through hoops enhanced with flames of fires fanned.
White Elephants in big-top tents sell black tusk contraband
to Sycophants in regiments who overflow the stands,
but No One sees anomalies, and No One understands.
At night’s demise, the dither dies, the lonely Crowd disbands,
down dead-end streets the Horde retreats, their threadbare rags in strands,
and Janes and Joes reweave their woes, for thoughts of change are banned.
Continued
Behold the picturesque anachronism, attempting to control are lives.
A donkey and an elephant arguing before our very eyes.
A donkey and an elephant debating all their lies.
Multitudes of donkeys and elephants spreading filth, despite the cries.
We don't need security.
We don't need your laws.
We don't need technology.
We just want to live our lives.
We are humans, not elephants or donkeys-
take care of yourselves and leave us alone.
Take your imperial fascist agenda and shove it-
down your bloated holes.
...Where it will linger like the vomit you make us feel.
Behold the picturesque anachronism, the safari of concrete.
As civilization disbands and crumbles while humanity bows before their feet.
Bowing before their hooves, with their giant pocket books.
Society becomes a zoo, in servitude;
A slave to the status-quo.
A revenge of the animals, we once called our own.
- For those of you confused by this poem, anachronism is a euphemism for Anthropomorphism
which was too long a word to put in this poem.
celestial ladder
human trope bridges divide
divine curse disbands
As time and space dimensions jelly-fish…
Quiet falls the cement-turf of lock-box seas;
Milky Way kisses answer my wish -
She nestles ‘neath an orchard cloak of apple trees:
---
Gray! Everything is gray! Gray is the sun!
But there she is…Providential Happenstance;
Butterflies turn. Acceptance - There’s nowhere to run.
Besotted silhouettes all but shadow dance
Achromatic Royalty speaks by way of muted denial.
Her silence floats fire upon fairie-flute notes. Clair de Lune.
She is a piano; She is forbidden fruit.
Unwrapped, she plays me to please the colorless moon
But still, magnets dance in tight embrace -
Our feet float fire upon cement courts at Wimbledon;
Wrapped by love - loved by shadows their hearts erased -
A queen’s colorless eyes briefly firefly flicker forbidden sun
---
And now, when time and space dimensions intertwine,
And with my fate convene while I’m in dream;
Where sleep disbands, awakened thoughts opine -
Not unlike pink, does Cleopatra seem.
2/1/2017
The Circus gongs excite the Throngs in nighttime Never Land –
They swarm to see the destiny of Freaks at their command,
While Acrobats step pitapat above the shifting sands
And Lady Fat sits down to chat and oozes charm unplanned.
The Dwarfs in suits, so small and cute when marching with the Band,
Ask crimson Clowns with frozen frowns, to hold a mutant hand,
While Tamers’ whips with withered tips, throughout the winter land,
Lure Cats entranced through hoops enhanced with flames of fires fanned.
White Elephants in big-top tents boast black-tusk contraband
To regiments of Sycophants who overflow the stands,
But No One sees anomalies, and No One understands.
At night’s demise, the dither dies, the lonesome Crowd disbands,
Down dead-end streets the Horde retreats, their tattered rags in strands,
And Janes and Joes reweave their woes, for thoughts of change are banned.
To play a part in Three-Ring Art, I thought I’d try my hand –
I mastered skills, I felt the thrills, I breathed and seethed firsthand –
But destiny denied to me to taste a lifetime spanned
With tightrope walks and trapeze chalks ... excepting second-hand...
For alcohol provoked a fall, as if a reprimand,
And now, a heap, I sometimes keep the ticket office manned...
Glorious brace glow from beams of shine
Yellow orange peeps streaming strip lines
Darkness disbands eaten by the sunset
Conjuring baby blossoms to life's sweat
Graciously drowning beating the twilight
Waving hope to a spick-and-span fright
My shining star, healing my aged scars
Into the sunlight, my knight on sight
New dreams burst jar, allowing spar
Top of the world, I find and whirled
Into the sunlight, spirits wake sprite
White no more tars, breaking all bars
Glorious brace glow from beams of shine
My shining star, healing my aged scars
(c) Olive ELoisa
May 09, 2014
2:53pm
Contest Name: Into the Sunset
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
8th place, Praise God! :)
Oh, there are days when I still wonder why
I'm here upon this place we call our Earth.
And, there are days when looking at the sky,
I wonder how or why, or what it's worth
to live each day like yesterday, and then
give in to sleep till dawn, as night demands,
to then awake and find I start again-
the same routines until the day disbands.
But, there are days when it is all worthwhile
to know that just 'to be' is God's great gift;
the question 'why' brings me a little smile-
for only I have answers that can lift
me when I know I've done the best I can,
have taken pleasure in this gift 'to be',
and that's the reason why my life began-
to give and take with love...alive and free!
As for the Silence of Clouds
By David J Walker
How random the trek of thoughts
Floating through the grey ether of imagination
In connected but disassociated ways
Like stray clouds
Passing by with
Nothing to say
Each a form of its own meaning
Needing to be painted on a canvas
of thick paper and plain words
A descriptive colloquy pray
Prayed and then captured
Before it disbands and
disappears forever
Before threatening storms
No One Dies Alone
By John Herlihy
The scene has been repeated for thousands of years;
The body lay supine, eyes no longer have room for tears.
The life has been lived; all is now said and done;
The ball of yarn has unraveled; the web of life is spun.
A beaded curtain in the room rustled, sounding like rain;
All of nature utters sounds without seeming to complain.
The candles flicker, the light has dimmed;
The breath is shallow; the blood has thinned.
We breathe all our lives; we take the air for granted;
In our dying moment, the final breath is scented.
With actions that make up the deeds of a lifetime,
One destiny in which even the darkness did shine.
The breath now labored, the struggle has begun;
One last breath to inhale; one final note to be sung.
No one dies alone, the angel of death is always there;
On eternity’s horizon, counting seconds left to spare.
One breath we are here; the final breath we are gone;
Slipped into another dimension where we now belong.
The final breath has extinguished, the body grows cold;
Life’s candle snuffed out, the soul is no longer old.
It rises upward and upward still on uplifted hands;
Light as a feather, the weight of the world disbands.
No one dies alone; death only an invitation brings;
Hand-delivered by an angel with extended wings.
do you know what is falling
do you see the stones a calling
is it you who is going to die
is it really what you need
as you look inside there
is nothing at all to hide
you where caught in the middle
just squeezed out a little
no way out for you my friend
you will live with the guilt and shame
and never ending pain
for your self you lived everything to gain
now your stuck in the middle
against the wall with your hand you fiddle
angry mob ready to kill
for there is nothing but the thrill
then a man sits down and says
for he who has no sin may cast the
first stone , this time your not alone
the mob disbands
and drops the stones one at a time
from their guilty hands
no words to say but
your going to have a good day
a little advice to go and sin no more
and that was the story of a whore
who will sin no more
The light of your radiance has begun to pale
The golden parasol spawned in your prime now tarnished by silver mail
Your effervescent shine now eviscerated by a callous shell
Your passionless glare disbands our symmetrical estate nail by nail
Your youthful complexion scourged by a strain that is pallid and stale
Your brimming border now encircled by a stolid trail
Your free-flowing, gilded mane now saddled; slowed gait, you aimlessly flail
Your shielded hearth no longer an incubating swell
The residual heat can no longer the cooling tides quell
Your sunny stanzas now the purview of a discordant nightingale
The obstacle to our rapproachement a summit to high to scale
Your coarsening atoll now ringed with deep craters; my shallow mind dare not assail
Your lifeless orbit stranded in the dark shadows; a temporal hell
The dying embers quenched and shrouded by a murky veil
“No photographs!” the guards implored.
To my surprise, they were ignored.
The cell-phone cameras snapped away,
No matter what the guards did say.
The guards were powerless, of course.
No one could possibly enforce
A rule like that among the crowd
Who could care less what was allowed.
Back in the pre-cell-camera day,
A rule meant that we’d all obey.
Yet modern times cause folks to question;
Rules are seen as mere suggestion.
How far will defiance go?
That is what I’d like to know.
When people drive right past red lights,
We’ll see what mischief that incites.
I grew up following the rules
And so, with other likewise fools,
I will abide by set commands
Before society disbands.
tranquil in the woods
a cool gentle breeze sweeps through
the sun takes a sink
silence in the trees
the sun takes a final bow
the moon takes the stage
stars light up the sky
embellishing the night sheet
jewels from afar
the trees are asleep
a serene aura disbands
tenderness of time
deep is in control
the unseen patrol
May 27, 2023.