Best Dispenses Poems


Premium Member I Want Your Seeds

**"And his name was Jack"**

No one perceives what abides above the clouds. 
A giant, a harp, maybe golden eggs. 
I demand to see and feel before I believe. 
A castle, a dream…. I want the magic beans!!!
~~~

I'm the daughter of a farmer. 
I have a donkey to ride, a story to tell.
“Jack and the Beanstalk” my favorite tale. 
 
Once upon a morbid dawn. 
I inhale a tiny simple yawn
Like the morning sun levitating over the farm,
I rise towards the village square to sell my ass
Along the open path, my ass and I desired a drink. 
Near the rustic river, 
I'd seen an old Englishman, sitting on a log. 
It looked as if time was approaching his brink. 
In his hand, he had a sack.
A bag, a bag, embroil of ivory and black. 
His eyes were not from this ground. 
His body fragile - it uttered a moaning sound.
He was of dirt. 
I was pure. 
He pledged his life to me. 
I debated .... with many thoughts, 
Although his eyes... 
My eyes... Will never meet again.
"I want what's in the bag!"

In a gasp, he whispers, 
"I'll give you anything for that ass.
my legs and bones can’t hold up on their own!”
I knelt down to where he sat 
Smelling his essence of rot
I reached forward and grabbed his baggage 
He griped, "This bag is all I got!" 
 
I answered, "And this sir is a fine ASS!" 
He replied, "I have no cash." 
Scowling at him, “NO I want your demon seeds!" 
My blood grew thin... 
Inhaling and exhaling  - his sin 
The old man all shriveled and timeworn, 
Proposed the birthright of the seeds. 
"Yes, plant them! Plant them!" 
I cried excitedly! 
He pats the field. 
Said "there I am done, 
now clock as it expands"
 
To breed this story short... 
He dispenses his seeds. 
AND, I GAVE HIM MY ASS. 
 
  BY;PD
Categories: dispenses, adventure, funny, old, rain,
Form: Free verse

Premium Member Our Love Language

Our Love Language

We have our own love language we both share
A squeeze of the hand, a half smile, a glance,
It’s the unspoken passion within our romance
Like lava beneath that may unpredictably flare.

That magnetic attraction that began from the start
It drew us together, though obstacles abounded,
Devotion grew fast but we kept ourselves grounded,
Then after two years you surrendered your heart.

When mates have lived together as long as we two
There is bound to be thunder and lightning born
With a flood of issues that pour heavy, storm torn,
Yet we wait out mal weather until skies are blue.

This promise I give you until one of us must leave
I will share in your happiness, be there in your sorrow
No matter what life dispenses in days of tomorrow,
Should I pass on first I don’t want you to grieve.

Death is but a station in a more peaceful dimension 
I will wait for you there and I will watch over you,
Should you get there first please watch over me too
For our souls have no restraints upon our ascension.



8-21-19

~Second Place~

Writing Challenge 2, August 2019-  Enclosed Rhyme
Sponsor, Dear Heart
Categories: dispenses, death, heaven, loss, love,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme

Premium Member Indigestion

It started with an apple in paradise or was it a date they consumed

Had they kept their clothes off laundry day would have been easier

	The smell of seduction and no fake news

Honestly who cares whether it was pure sex or sweet requited love

Darwin had his way and they followed a journey to un-heavenly bliss

	Candied peel from a fruit of nibbling temptation

It was a Saturday and procreation their Christian duty to comply

With the rule of nature to mix seeds in fertile pastures of joy

	Russian roulette from a gene pool of ancestral relief

I hear you say its the parents’ fault that happiness mutated

Into a warm gun with too many bullets to the beat of a drum

	Golden delicious pipped kernels for conquest

Peaceniks taken to task for one simple innocent transgression

A nudist colony abandoned in the name of belligerent arrows

	Collateral damage and indiscriminate targets

The story stemmed from every one begetting each other’s brethren

Breathless cohabitation under the watch of place time and poppies

	Fig leaves of duty and denuded trees

Kalashnikovs draped on the snake’s slithering sleaze and corruption

Corporates bonking for virginity and testimony of final selection

	Dripping deceit like custard on rotten flesh

Under a mushroom cloud hell fire dispenses irrefutable evidence

That the emperor’s garments are ragged down to a lice infested core

	Adam and Eve seek asylum in a mental ward

Bedlam bound in shackles to the jester’s snide mocking applause

Psychotropic injections to remedy catatonic results of one violation

	Rape pillage and plunder and Satan as a voyeur

Field brothels and comfort women un-sheath prickly pears in disguise

Persimmon dishes out passion steeled in sharp blades of the paring knife

	And so we choke on what should have been celestial food

Pious and devoted to whipped cream and second helpings of anger

We feed on desolate fields and irrigate fear suffocation and slaughter

	Eves of destruction and her toy boy sheds venom and pain


25th January 2020
Categories: dispenses, conflict, corruption, food,
Form: Free verse

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Premium Member In the Small Hours - Wole Soyinka

Blue diaphane, tobacco smoke
 Serpentine on wet film and wood glaze,
 Mutes chrome, wreathes velvet drapes, 
Dims the cave of mirrors. 
Ghost fingers
 Comb seaweed hair, stroke acquamarine veins
 Of marooned mariners, captives 
Of Circe's sultry notes.
 The barman
 Dispenses igneous potions ? 
Somnabulist, the band plays on.

 Cocktail mixer, silvery fish
 Dances for limpet clients. 

Applause is steeped in lassitude, 
Tangled in webs of lovers' whispers
 And artful eyelash of the androgynous.
 The hovering notes caress the night 
Mellowed deep indigo ?still they play.

 Departures linger.
 Absences do not 
Deplete the tavern.
 They hang over the haze
 As exhalations from receded shores.
 Soon
, Night repossesses the silence, but till dawn
 The notes hold sway, smoky
 Epiphanies, possessive of the hours.

 This music's plaint forgives, redeems 
The deafness of the world.
 Night turns 
Homewards, sheathed in notes of solace, pleats
 The broken silence of the heart.
 
 - Wole Soyinka -
© Joseph May  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: dispenses, heart,
Form: Verse

Premium Member Santas Responsibility Rap

Santa’s Responsibility Rap
Loch David Crane 
July 2, 2006

Santa's jolly all year long
	he’s such a happy soul;
but if ya ever cross him
	he’ll put you in a hole.

Santa’s very red and white
	he knows who's good and bad.
His character assessment
	shows us what a life you’ve had.

So obey your Mums and Daddies
	and the helpful officers too
then we can jail the bad guys
	and help each other through.

We write laws to protect us all,
	both powerful and least;
 treat others as you treat yourself,
	respecting all, is best.

But if you sass your Daddy,
	or the officer ignore,
expect a swat upon your rump
	or SWAT outside your door.

Ol' Santa reads the crime reports
	on a computer he refused
to deliver to a bad boy
	whose trust had been abused.

He's read your blog on Facebook
	and he knows what's in your heart:
so "you better be good for goodness’ sake"
	or your gifts will all depart.

Santa doesn't like bad boys
	or messes on the floor.
He doesn't have to forgive you
	and he doesn't have to bring more.

For Santa reflects what you give to others
	and whom you choose to be;
because only a pleasant person 	
	gets dreams beneath his tree.

A loud, or stubborn, or spoiled child
	sees an empty cactus tree;
a helpful, cheerful, giving kid
	is a joy that Santa sees.

You must think as much of others
	as you do just for yourself
if you want to see those goodies
	coming towards you off the shelf.

 'Cause Santa isn't Jesus,
	that's why he keeps a list
of happy little readers
	and those in whom he's disappointed.	

Santa doesn't love you all
	or listen when you pray--
just good behavior is the key
	for toys on Xmas day.

"What's the X in Xmas?"
	trembling little voices cry.
X is an unknown value
	until you steal or lie.

For Santa isn't Jesus,
	he's an atheist you see –
he dispenses voluntary gifts
	underneath his pagan tree.

He doesn't owe you anything,
	 his gifts are from the heart..
He judges your behavior
	and each year is a new start.

As you behave, so shall you be	
	rewarded by St. Nick;
but if you're bad the year before
	then coal will be his trick.

What goes around comes back around
	and what was old is new;
When you give respect to others
 	it returns increased to you.
Categories: dispenses, children, christmas, december, children,
Form: Ballad

Premium Member In Joy Or Dread

Life and death consequences 
by two choices have recompenses  
omitting natural or spiritual senses
renew the former omit death dispenses 

Death’s protrusion 
has an all inclusion
recompensing illusion 
an Armageddon conclusion

Life has an exclusion
written for purpose of infusion 
of private capital preclusion 
`t is of Love’s transfusion...

consequences, 
recompenses 
of serpent senses
then death dispenses

sharks teeth conclusions
of infusions
`t is illusions
of protrusions

playful Dolphin exclusion
insights infusion
removes teeth of confusion
reality of illusions protrusion...
                                        consequences,
                                        recompenses...
                                        senses,
                                        dispenses... 
                                                       Selah
Categories: dispenses, love, death, death,
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Bacon, Biscuits and Beans

A cowpokes life is a rough one and when he draws his monthly pay,
He mounts his hoss and gallops to town to visit the local cabaret.
He scrubs the manure from his boots and dons a decent pair of jeans,
Hopin' to find some tolerable grub instead of bacon, biscuits and beans!

He spends his days herdin' ornery longhorns and fixin' barbed wire fences,
Ridin' in nasty weather and eatin' dust 'til he nearly loses his senses!
Fer all of this he expects some decent grub at the end of ever' day,
But Cooky dispenses bacon, biscuits and beans the same as yesterday!

Chuck is served up on battered tin plates and tin cups fer slurpin' joe,
And if'n you don't like it, Cooky is mighty quick to tell ya where to go!
The fellers complain to the trail boss but it don't do a damn bit of good.
He tells 'em, "If'n you don't like it here, find yerself another livelihood!"

At the cabaret he's confounded by the chinaware and fancy silverware,
And instead of sittin' on the ground to eat, he sits on a rickety chair!
He consumes a colossal steak with sweet peas and smashed pertaters,
A couple of beers and a salad of onions, lettuce and fresh termaters.

He and his old cayuse slowly meander back to the ranch to hit the hay,
But he'll return to the cabaret next month when he collects his meager pay.
He savored his scrumptious meal of countless calories and proteins,
'Cause he knows that tomorrow he'll be eatin' bacon, biscuits and beans!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Categories: dispenses, humorous,
Form: Rhyme

Tangled Webs

Oh, what tangled webs we’re willing to weave,
When from our good senses we take leave,
Ignoring the Higher power.

With reckless abandon and lavish expenses,
We drink bitter dregs sin’s cup dispenses,
For sensual pleasures of the hour.

We pay for the pleasures we pursue,
For a measure of mirth, exciting and new.
“Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow we die!”

Why believe a lie from history cast
Depriving us of life with future vast;
Weaving tangled webs, empty and dry?
Christ is the answer. Give Him a try.

Oh what a tangled web we weave, 
when first we practice to deceive.—Sir Walter Scott
© James Tate  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: dispenses, devotion, life, drink, sensual,
Form: Narrative

Premium Member On Eagles Wings

Paying no tribute to the craggy outcroppings
     of its lofty aerie,
     this sentinel of freedom takes its leave.
     Soaring with the courage of a Feudal Warrior,
     proud of his nobility, secure in his repute.
     Floating effortlessly on 
     Zephyrus winds sweeping wave,
     as if he were its only passenger.
     His keen vision sees mortality
     and dispenses it out of necessity
     with irreproachable honesty and no regrets.
     Fiercely challenging the bounds of earth and heavens,
     he knows no foe, save one.
     One whose frailty of condition
     can't perceive of this natural independence,
     and knows not of its integrity.
     In spite,do prevail great raptor,
     and with you carry hope
     that will nourish us all,
     your nest bound hatchlings.
Categories: dispenses, beauty, freedom, imagery, integrity,
Form: Free verse

Magnificent Psalm: Following the Holy Virgin Mary

OUR RESPONSE TO JESUS: MAGNIFICENT PSALMS

Glory to this confusion: man and God
So simple, and so mysterious, a Triune Godhead!
Glory, glory, glory to our glorious God
LORD and King, Yahweh and Adonai, Elohim and El-Shaddai
We all must have, all must sing, Magnificats
Like Mary, who had heard of the LORD 
Through Gabriel, Archangel and awesome:
(Yet in her day, a teenager dare not fall pregnant)
Faith comes from hearing … and she had heard of Israel's hope and salvation, The Messiah, and when Gabriel said the name, YESHUA, God is Salvation,
Knowledge and wisdom invaded Mary's mind, then her womb

Would I be willing to speak to a man in authority over me
And let him know he will not receive my first loyalty (Less than Mary)

Luke's Gospel contrasted a literate Priest Zechariah's disbelief
And possibly the "illiterate Mary's" question of a similar kind
He was muted (He had received much; was punished for believing less?)
The Virgin Mary willed herself to be used for Israel, for her LORD …

Yet she did ask, How is this to be since I have not known
A man, Aha! “Seed of woman” dispenses
With the seed of man, for that of God
Praise to the Holy Spirit, our Comforter

LORD we magnify you, glorify thy name
We are saved by faith, that begins with hearing the WORD
We can't do enough to be good; Adam showed that
The love of Jesus makes all things that are impossible, possible,
By faith in He who died on a Cross, the cursed tree
We have become children – to become co-heirs with Jesus still -
Beyond friend, as with Abraham, where we begin
Glory to God for Abraham and his obedience
Now we have surpassing access to God and Jesus
Yet, like all freedoms, this is not free ...
Were you there when My Savior hung on a Tree?
The psalmists and the poets, the singers ... know mysteries.

(c). Anil Deo, Good Friday 2017
© Anil Deo  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: dispenses, allegory, bible, courage, easter,
Form: Prose Poetry

Premium Member Copla 81 Invocation: This Bad Guy World

COPLA 81 INVOCATION : This Bad Guy World

Bad Guys perforce ressort to prayer
They pray to augment the harm they wreak :
Should Good Guys pray

Who then assesses prayer power
Who dispenses what Bad Guys seek :
How fare the lay

All the evidence is in the genes
Just as the Earth’s in ocean cells :
Bad Guys impose

If Good Guys react by all means
Out of season all by themselves :
World’ll decompose

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
© T Wignesan  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: dispenses, character, conflict, creation,
Form: Dramatic Monologue

Archetype

The anointed Jesus comes with the Power of God
and the working of prophecy will he complete
he will trod the habitable beneath his feet
till the nations shall know that Jehovah be laud

All things spoken of him will come to pass
with a shout he will to earth descend
destroy all those who refuse to bend
with scepter of righteousness that will ever last

The bonds of unity are not easily broken
where two or more are gathered he will be there
the bonds of Love wherein we show we care
that you Love one another the command was spoken

In the beginning God made twain one
Jesus left his father to fetch home his bride
to teach her Love of God by example he died
for a twofold cord cannot be easily undone

To present her to the Father without blemish or spot
as gifts for the alter were their lives bought
for Faith Hope and Love and Truth have sought
to be released to freedom wherein slavery were caught

Teach me my Father for there is nothing here
all that we treasure and have come to know
instruction from heaven Jesus taught here below
no belief or rewards of the world hold we dear

By immersion are baptized unto deaths reformations
leaving behind the normal patterns of the nations
the personality of flesh and their occupations
and lifted by Life are formed unto new creations

God has set the archetypes and the example
wherein defection have become penitent for Life
to the Truth are married as examples of wife
filled by his spirit have become Gods Temple

The virgin bride dispenses her husbands teaching
that reformation of character and to Truth believing
unto the spiritual pattern of nature are receiving
so destruction the nations evade she is preaching

So we gaze into the heavens in the night
there your presence felt by heart sight
with awe for the powers that give us light
and discernment the difference wrong from right

Sources Ephesians 5:22-33 Matt 18:20
Ecc 4:9-12

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
Categories: dispenses, dedication, devotion, faith, hope,
Form: Rhyme

Teach a Man To Fish

Teach a Man to Fish

Vancouver drug users have them a find
A vending machine that dispenses their kind
For twenty-five cents they can get them a pipe
For crack or cocaine, a disposable type
The Drug Users Resource Center, to cut down on theft
Sells them at cost till there’s none of them left
Now the DURC as they’re commonly known
Wants to “co-op” a booze making machine for the home
They think if you’re making your own beer and wine
You won’t then be tempted to commit a theft crime
Now, I’m all in favor of helping the down
But you don’t throw a man water when he’s trying to drown
Categories: dispenses, abuse, addiction, education, society,
Form: Rhyme

I Am November

I am November, the chilling winds
blend with the conditions in my heart
My heart blends with 13 years of not
blending to the conditions very well

I am December, the morning shares
the same blackness as the nights
To which I divert from the light
calling for the morning to prolong its darkness

I am January, 5 days since you first said
my full name without a word being spoken
As my ice dispenses a single drop
unfelt before you appeared in a shadowy halo

I am February, too soon to whisper 
three words into your untested by me ears
Though 14 days in, I find comfort there
while you reach for the top shelf of doubt

I am March,  uncertainty keeps the ground
wrapped in snow and the lake waits for
Lovers to fall deep into its trap
one in which we barely escape

I am April, change has captured a soul
within the song of a bird that decides
Not to fly but instead make a home
of old leaves and unbloomed flowers

I am May, now into the 5th month
of finding a home, a shelter for brokeness
A hand to be unheld but very much held
in a quiver of complete togetherness

I am June, there is sun...vigorous sun
shining across ponds and glistening into
Conversations of a life to be lived and others
to be brought into our world, our home within us

I am July, I am tired and battered
by the maybes and some days
I am restless in a worn shell 
that dreams of being in that lake still

I am August, gardens have given of themselves
and now drift into the acceptance of expiration
There in all that greyness of upcoming death we find
the tethers of a tomorrow bonding our ankles to the bedposts

I am September, how the moments now go do not
will not and can not matter because
I am you and you are me and from this month on
we breathe in the love and only exhale to the Heavens

I am October, I am blessed by the cool air
that rises from an imported breeze
that has taken this heart, the one once frozen
and given it a beat, a hop and always a skip
Categories: dispenses, i love you, i
Form: Free verse

And Sadness Reigns

And sadness reigns
Though never ordained
from the simple truth
Billowing joy
Subverting bliss
Standards too ephemeral
To lobby the naked
wishes we hold
Desperately close
To our heart
And sadness reigns
Our heart
once whole
Sputter and mends
And beats eternally
No matter the blood
No blood the matter
It seeks, filters
and dispenses joy
From mechanoly cells
Pleading for regeneration
The familiar beg towards
Indiscriminate joys
Mean nothing but
To be left alone
Crystallized, for exhibition
to the many
Everyone partake
Seek a morsel for
Yourself
Because it's fleeting
And sadness reigns
Through our ears,
Acoustic lies flutter
Sincerely, vacant waves
Of love melodic,
It does its job,
Tainting sweetly our reality
While souls huddle close
For a deeper view
Our here and now
Climbs, repels
From sentimental summits
Vistas of pretty dreams
Fragrant, lauding over
The stench whispering
Towards the barren valley below
Then back to us
Hearing, humming
Exhuming
Chemical reactions
Singed
By recall
Broken or of whole
The music
Causing joy to
Drop by when we need it the most
And sadness reigns
We're startled,
As focus brings
The world into
Rarefied view
Intensive stare,
Colliding our senses
Interpreting their meanings
Elastic snowballs
Thundering into
Psychotic waves of
Lustful avalanches
that burn the retinas
With joy, inquisition,
Indelible glances
Hung up neatly
To wear when
Dreams demand them,
And there are peeks,
Boisterous looks
That tease your mind
And theirs
Visionary tales
Gross of dischord
And malfunction,
Though they serve
As guests,
Glee in a box,
Nibble, taste
Devour, done
And sadness reigns
Because you and I
All before us
And those to follow
And yet to come
Arrive, depart through
Unmarked swiveled doors
Betwixt adjoining suites
Cemented
Endlessly
By the mundane
we require
The horrific which we
Bring and run across
The zeal we grab
For ourselves and others
The aggression we
Wage and deflect
The resignation we extract
And authorize
And somehow
As sadness reigns
We defect
And elect
To be ruled
By something else.

(1/27/05)
Categories: dispenses, anger, angst, dark, depression,
Form: Free verse
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