Best Disbursed Poems
The give and take in love should reach a mean
whereby the two be equally disbursed,
so givers' hearts would never suffer lean,
cold hungry hours without love reimbursed.
And those who take would never reach the stage
of ravenous and selfish, one-way traits.
Such balance would create a better age,
if give and take maintained their equal weights.
But somehow this could never balance out,
for givers give beyond the gifts they bear;
in turn, must feed on crumbs, for without doubt;
the hungry takers take beyond their share.
While takers tip the scale with all they gain,
the givers, weak and thin, smile through their pain.
Sandra M. Haight
~7th Place~
Premiere Contest: Any HM Ever
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Judged: 01/22/2017
~ Honorable Mention~
Contest: Love Justice
Sponsor: Justin Bordner
Judged: 01/24/2015
Mankind seeks dominion, and takes it all by brute force..
we took the trees, to have roads, companies and buildings all in a rush...
we mined for gold , not caring the cost..
looking back we realize we should have taken another course..
for every tree cut, another should have been planted of course!
we didn't do that, and so the forests got sparse,the soil got coarse..
beautiful cities emerged, wow! who would have thought?!
with them however, man got spoilt,
we stopped walking, and in came the cars,those were classy, but they came with emissions and noise.
Hahaha, the ozone layer gets burned..
even light bulbs emit spurts,
now the sun shines ,not to warm, but to scorch..
The rains come to nourish our crops and then take our houses with flood..
Enough !
Now we must retrace our steps, and chart a new course..
we must plant a tree for everyone we cut..
no more indiscriminate burning let each waste/refuse be properly disbursed..
we must opt for alternative energy resource..
let us keep mother-earth as much as we can,Green , rich and Pure.
A bag of Spiders
Today, a special delivery came,
Spiders in a bag, a new game.
Open with caution, it warns,
If you are careless, they will swarm.
This writer is a fighter
And will not be bit by a spider.
I follow the instructions to a tee,
Soon they are free and looking at me.
I invited my friends to play,
I waited in anticipation for what they would say.
We four gathered around the table,
Mustering as much courage as we were able.
I took the dice and rolled,
The spiders took off randomly and uncontrolled.
A second roll of the dice
And they began to play nice.
Finished the game, coming in first,
Being sore losers, my friends disbursed.
Kaleidoscopic colors burst,
illuminating velvet skies.
Warm summer air ignites a thirst.
Kaleidoscopic colors burst,
while awestruck murmurs are disbursed,
and cannon booms cause babies cries.
Kaleidoscopic colors burst,
illuminating velvet skies.
5/24/15
For Andrea's Summer Triolet contest
Tied for 3rd place
Mankind seeks dominion, and takes it all by brute force..
we took the trees, to have roads, companies and buildings all in a rush...
we mined for gold , not caring the cost..
looking back we realize we should have taken another course..
for every tree cut, another should have been planted of course!
we didn't do that, and so the forests got sparse,the soil got coarse..
beautiful cities emerged, wow! who would have thought?!
with them however, man got spoilt,
we stopped walking, and in came the cars,those were classy, but they came with emissions and noise.
Hahaha, the ozone layer gets burned..
even light bulbs emit spurts,
now the sun shines ,not to warm, but to scorch..
The rains come to nourish our crops and then take our houses with flood..
Enough !
Now we must retrace our steps, and chart a new course..
we must plant a tree for everyone we cut..
no more indiscriminate burning let each waste/refuse be properly disbursed..
we must opt for alternative energy resource..
let us keep mother-earth as much as we can,Green , rich and Pure.
My Name Is Okie
My name is Okie, and they loved me first;
their full attention to me was disbursed.
Adopted from the shelter, they gave me
a home where I was king, so happy, free.
And then it came one unexpected day,
perhaps a present with which I should play.
Black fur, gold eyes, he was somewhat frisky,
but here to stay, so they named him Nixie.
He ran around and played with my dog tail;
had claws that gripped which I tried to curtail.
But what was worse is how they cuddled him;
attention now for me was rather slim.
But, Nixie settled in, became my friend,
and soon I found, with him, I liked to spend
my time now wrestling, playing hide-and-seek;
my days grew brighter, better, week to week.
I'm part Jack Russell terrier, and he,
a fun black cat who now, I must agree,
is my fine buddy...and at night, we lay
on our soft couch with family...hooray!
Sandra M. Haight
~4th Place~
Premiere Contest: Personification Poem
Of A Pet, Wild Animal or Insect
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Judged: 09/04/2018
True...about one of our daughters' family pets.
The real Okie and Nixie in the photo.
Gazing through my telescope
I saw two galaxies elope
They merged together beautifully
Twisting and turning elegantly
They danced around a burning sun
Eventually, becoming one
Clouds of dust swirled around
Flashing colours, perfection found
Stars and planets were pulled towards
The centre of a huge dwarf
A burst of light, so intense
Became so bright, then so dense
Now in its place, I could see
A huge black hole spinning furiously
The galaxies now entwined
The marriage blessed, but redefined
From within the giant beast
A star pulsating, born, released
Gathering light that was disbursed
The brilliance of our universe
© Copyright 29th November 2010 K.C.Leake
Learning when/how to close seat then...
flush... the toilet with good frisson!
(alternately titled long windedly
using lower case letters:
no matter tidily bowled over based
upon real events, perhaps subject devoid
of literary merit and/or taste
no embarrassment, cuz
I got nothing to cover
despite precious time going to waste).
Analogous to constipation,
constitutes full term pregnancy,
perhaps umpteenth or first,
which former offal bodily function I durst
mention, said subject doth stink,
yet... exercising bowel
applicative, constrictive, effective,
exhaustive, gesticulative, instinctive,
massive, oppressive, qualitative,
quantitative, significative and unitive
(beg to differ if ye think me perverse)
both scenarios prone to stress and strain,
difficulties can arise evacuating bowels
gluteus maximus muscles severely pursed,
radiating sharp stabbing sensations
behind junk in trunk quarters felt
until bulging temple veins ready to burst,
where piles of hemorrhoids
foul rectum tortured and accursed
necessitating Judas Priest well versed
to issue last rites while
appropriate official dull livers worst
news to missus, whose
inconsolable sympathies nursed,
nevertheless bit torrent of sorrow
honor alone time with grateful dead
subsequently finds medical personnel disbursed,
privately newly minted widow mourning
tears for fears immersed
bemoaning sudden permanent absence
gone fore e'er foremost farter figure first
instance obliterated, when posterior
uproariously (actually not funny)
inflicted hemorrhage emergency,
die hard ludicrous poet (me) experienced
all expense chauffeured ride in hearst
aforementioned purportedly roughly comparable,
courtesy hearsay, when
hypothetical woman with child,
(here, I metaphorically paraphrase)
as maven ready to take aim giving birth
(nine months after satiating
hankering call of the wild
buzzfeeding miracle worker whipped thirst,
and temporarily appeased
inherent maternal yearning
to beget offspring, then... off to races
sprinting at greased lightning speed
amazingly enough slightly protruded womb,
(among other fledgling
and/or practiced moms avid runners
all touted as winners relay race crossing
finish line simultaneously
comprising distance measuring more'n verst.
where is my common denominator
vindicated solemn alma mater
the isolator reason is confiscated
coming on something major
disbursed and allocated
validated the troubles are agitated
violated im humble yet amputated
partly i waited, my terror was salivated
complicated paired efficiency allocative
my dreaming is killing me rot
screaming and thinking of stop
its hurting believe it or not
scorpions relieving the spot
what am I
pushing a heavy relevance
gushing all this emotion
danger my favorite element
lusty and thirsty decadent
wasnt my final precedent
cursing a current president
distracted from painful residence
i know thats no excuse
ignored forms of abuse
maybe i was just used
where was i confused
Always on my mind
Nibbling at the core, fiddling at the soft centre
Quizzing, teasing me to find
Space and time to enter
The pantheon populated by caring
Daring divinities whose flight
Into ether left me wondering
If I got any delight in the sight
With a plethora of pesky plights whose bosom
Disgorges unhappiness on unwitting victims
Fate selects in a setting whose every atom
Reeks of unfairness dispersed and disbursed in teams
That deserve far better outcomes
Caught up in family controversies
In which balms and psalms
Can’t assuage guilt despite ecstasies
Doled on sadists
Who inflict untold misery
On generations of infant artists
Driven to the edge on wedges of despair where usury
In terms of responsibility for offspring
Deserts blinkered eyes
Whose addiction to the matrimonial ring
Glorifies sties of fake highs
Breathed in nostrils blown wide
Off the mark of duty
Sucked up by puny pride
In a fuss bus whose loyalty
Resonates in circles of influence
In which absconding family obligations
Grows and brews nonsense at the confluence
Where negations and fumigations
Score high points
In cultures that praised
Disruptions of joints
In which families children raised
In abject neglect
Shivered in bedrooms without blankets
Their bludgeoned bodies couldn’t delect
Because children could possess neither toys not tenderness trinkets
Much as they hoped from above
Santa Claus would at Xmas
Bestow on concealed children the love
Preached in sanctimonious tones at high mass.
Shattered are the dreams of the wanting, as they live in their broken homes
Bodies wracked with pain, spirits crushed as they live out those wasted lives
Accumulations of sorrow, all these and more, in the tailing pond of society
as we mine the misery of our most vulnerable and sorely damaged brethren
Yet, how we can avert our cold and flinty eyes so easily from these souls
as we grub in their pockets for the meagre pennies they bring to spend in hopes for a quick flight to their personal, but inevitably unreachable, heavens
And as they fall back to earth from another failed attempt to reach the stars
that live only in their eyes, we coldly collect the toll and add it to the coffers
to be disbursed for the public good. Sleep well, fellow citizens, sleep well.
“O’!, work, work, work away,—ignore your thirst
and shovel steadily—keep nourrishing the coals
of locomotive life!(the cost is but your souls);
All other occupations?—to hell dispersed!
“Amen! your bosses, with cash (to be disbursed),
busy their hands with myriad controls
made to mold you for your determined roles;
Yes… yes!, because the silence would be worst!
“Aye! Men! your calling is made manifest!
my stores, my mines, my workshops, factories
come crawling, groveling on their sore knees
to beg: ‘Please! healthy muscle![sic]—invest!’
What else would you do with your God given time
if not that I could earn you my damn dime?”
An Empty Chair
Behold, that golden sunset’s
Reddish tints of yellow
Fade unwillingly beyond those darkened trees
Where stood so many of our boys and theirs in days gone by
In their youths, their laughter-
Then to battles across the seas
To die.
They died, hopes faded, dreams disbursed, flowers grew.
Today we respect their deaths,
Those whose names adorn white headstones and others.
The sunset fades, night begins
And summer breezes rush across sea waters,
To where, who knows?
But, here where once youthful smiles flashed quickly,
Is a creaking door,
An empty chair
In which no one sits anymore.
A W.C.Hull Poem © 1998-2022 -343 (C)
Breads and tea of molasses
Young is Loitering to and fro in this station of gatherings.
Purchased breads but want tea of cheap molasses.
Limitation of money disbursed already.
Now want to take cheap tea but not so easy.
Do not feel like eating anything.
Just he arrived in station at early in the morning.
Where he is to get sure he does not know.
Likeable person but he has no taste to go.
Thickly populated station of sealdah where he watches people.
In search of money and food is indubitable.
Saroj khan[sakha]
Spring's christening morn, they sow each, leased field
You squawk at their noisy machines, fabricated skill
In due time, green shoots sprout; twined destinies distilled
Awaiting Harvest moon's celestial seal
You ready your nettled till; contraband to fill
Before hoary frost can shower its blighting chill
Mechanized hands garnish nature's wage; stitched pockets to gild
Golden nuggets ferried to recycling mill
But to their deep reservoirs will not all of nature's bounty rill
Your scouring eyes will every, eroded funnel swill
From earth's spent crust, disbursed kernels drill
Sharpened beak pecking out residual, wasteful spill