Best Eschewed Poems
Willows wheeze while traders weep
A head for softer shoulders grasped
Spread another bid too deep
On margin calling crumpled dreams collapsed
Umbrellas saved the follicles
While frozen feet alarmed by sudden cold
Observe the blaze advanced to diabolical
All paper perished, all future visions sold
Jackals trace the wall of worry
Dining on the furtive few
Until at last the feast of falling flurry
All pensioners resolve eschewed
Why is the middle where I put a book down?
My anticipation dies at that half-read interlude.
I lack the discipline that keeps me inbound.
A famous author's endings should be praised, and not eschewed.
Your Best Poet Friends
9/15/2023
Poet Friends read you first, no matter what!
They crave your incisive, critique first.
Chasing new poets, you, leave them as dust?
Like flowers, they wait for a word, they thirst!
They are not in search of quippy fast laughs
Value them first, before any POTD!
Not out searching for obvious poetry gaffes,
Value them, not your grand popularity.
Friends are people, not just base numbers.
Thus, comments written with words..so few.
We bypass our friends, we need our slumber.?
Worse, use of primary words, heartily,eschewed!
Don’t allow the sun to set on your face.
While your friend has very few comments?
You, chase just numbers, what a disgrace!
You leave a poet friend in a deep, sad, sonnet
“Those who do read and soup-mail you.
Beautiful souls, oh, so very close to you”
True, Moses wrote of righteousness, one based upon the law.
But Paul proffered an alternate, eschewed the tragic flaw.
Salvation based on works alone: a concept misapplied.
For all, not most, have fallen short; to live thus was to die.
The argument that he put forth: the wage of sin is death.
The proof that all have fallen short: each takes a final breath.
The second Adam changed it all, met on Damascus Road,
His work, reduced to rubbish, trash, and kicks against the goads.
A righteousness that's based on faith asks not who will ascend;
See, Christ has come down to the world, and faith thus comprehends.
And neither does a right faith seek descent to the abyss,
For Christ has risen from the dead, a point some seem to miss.
A right faith knows the word is near, there in your mouth and heart,
Components of a saving grace, the twain shall never part.
For if you confess with your mouth that Jesus is the LORD,
Your heart believes God raised him up, salvation, faith's accord.
For heart's belief is justified, and mouth's confession saved,
And all those who believe in Him are thus no more enslaved.
For there is no distinction now between the Jew or Greek,
For the same Lord is Lord of all, shows grace to all who seek.
But how then will they call on Him in whom they've not believed?
And how shall they believe in Him, when ears have not received?
And how are they supposed to hear, unless someone will preach?
And how are they to preach the word unless they're sent to each?
How beautiful, the feet of those delivering good news!
Not all obey what they have heard, Isaiah thus once mused.
"Lord, who believed what he has heard from us?" the prophet said.
But faith comes through the word of Christ, its hearing raises dead.
Now faith by works indeed is true, a point I must not shirk,
But only faith that's placed in Him, rests in His finished work.
(from Romans 10)
These days of changing values can be hard:
What once was just, today's considered wrong.
Some things encouraged now at one time jarred,
Abandoned now are values once held long.
Unquestioned rules and customs are eschewed,
And standards jettisoned yet not replaced.
What once was fixed has now become unglued,
While words which all revered are now erased.
But while injustices should be redressed,
Iconoclasm can exceed all sense—
When free expression finds itself suppressed,
Then tolerance becomes a sad pretense.
For though things change, some things stay valid still:
Light is not dark, nor yet is good now ill.
This sonnet has received an Honorable Mention in the Society of Classical Poets 8th Annual Poetry Competition.
If slavery was a choice, as some have agreed, then what are we?
If watching your father and mother endure rape or murder was a choice,
Then why do we sit on idle hands, while Trump eradicates our posterity’s opportunities,
As if they were written in sand?
If not being able to read was a choice,
Then why do you go to the PlayStation in a rush
while your library card collects dust?
Even a Ward educates themselves,
Even the eunuch Greyjoy developed the courage to stand against evil.
In the midst of upheaval, one mustn’t look through a straw while planning the future.
The sagacious knows fighting must be eschewed when only death is in thy terms.
Allah heard their suffering, but sometimes the way out is through.
They didn’t endure out of docility or obsequiousness,
But out of discernment and sagacity.
The desolate doesn’t become prosperous by exclaiming tumultuous absurdities,
But by embodying opulent minds.
Go back to the mother, which is the way, and endure the storm,
While being metamorphic in form.
You see, my Kings and Queens,
The only choice they made was to give their posterity a fighting chance,
To gather strength while the usurpers wane and start to underestimate.
We must pick up the quill and write our own fates,
No more brooding or carping about what Donny Thrump is doing.
One man’s decisions determine another man’s life,
As much as a drought challenges the land.
Yet, life, like the Way, will always find a path to flourish,
Forevermore permeating even the harshest conditions.
We must stop talking about what great leaders and men should be,
And become Great Men and Assiduous Leaders.
We were the first great civilization and shall act as such.
Lead with grace,
Strike with prudence,
Read great books that enrich the mind,
Treat each other with unyielding reverence,
Because we each carry a piece of the divine.
I am that I am, and I am my brother's keeper.
The father has left the family,
To chart new territories somewhere
So the mother looks to God for strength
To bring up her little girl
Who will only get the best she vows
While watching the child play from the window
She ponders how life is like a window
Through which to frame the beauty of family
Even in the face of broken vows
The family can exist somewhere
Solidly developing a little girl
Who will never lack in strength.
She worries that without this strength,
She will see something different in that window:
A tarnished and hollow girl,
Destroyed because a father eschewed a family
To live a different life somewhere,
Never to be bothered by vows.
She has since made many new vows
Especially to guide her daughter with strength,
Like wise light shining from somewhere
Straight through an open window
To give assurance to the youngest of a family,
Who will one day be much more than a girl.
One day when her daughter is no longer a girl,
The mother hopes there will be exchange of new vows,
Based on strong foundation of family.
The chosen spouse will be a man of strength:
Always remaining in the frame of that window;
Caring for family, not desiring to go off somewhere.
The daughter will become a woman who has been somewhere,
That challenged her to face what was missing as a girl.
However, she will take a closer look back through that window,
Clearly seeing all the love and wisdom made in vows
By a mother constantly praying for strength
To create for her daughter a true family.
A clock chimes from somewhere, interrupting thoughts of vows.
The mother takes one last look at her girl, who will grow up in strength,
Before turning away from the window, to go enjoy being with family.
Bright-eyed youths have risen early
Ready for their special day
Eager for the life awaiting
Afterwards, without delay.
Time for them is of the essence;
Hopes and dreams must be pursued
There's no room for fear or doubt--
Attitudes to be eschewed.
Kudos will be freely given
In just hours. Each honoree
Now will know how BREATHTAKING
Graduation day can be.
May 8, 2016 (posted)
May 8, 2018, entered in Brian Strand's Contest 435
April 9, 2021
entered in Line Gauthier's Any Acrostic Contest, 10-12 lines
I walk in the shadow of death,
I have neglected to care for my soul,
creeping age, brings it close with each breath,
Faith is the breath for your soul to be whole.
But when faith, no longer is there
And you've treated your soul like a shadow,
When it's spiritual needs, you’ve ignored without care,
Leaving no room, to include and to share.
To the promises of church and state,
I now no longer relate,
I cast no blame, I assign no wrong,
But I cannot find Salvation
in a Choral hymn or song.
Doctrine and catechism, drummed in by rote
Never ever would get my vote,
The promise of everlasting damnation,
The subtle procrastination,
Hell fire just left me cold,
threats just made me bold,
rules designed to avoid temptation,
Were eschewed, when recognised,
as misinformation.
The future is what it will be,
If agnostic you’re somehow set free,
To find God in your own special way,
To look forward with hope to that day.
In the meantime just follow these rules,
Just live for the day,
Do your best on the way,
And leave the hereafter,
To fate and to laughter.
Jude's
no prude, but
photo'd nude whilst
viewed by
some crude
multi-hued
tattooed
dude
who'd then
distributed
his lewd pics of her,
her mood
'blued.'
Brood she
did. Glued to home
she stewed,
eschewed
food
and rued that
he'd construed for joy
to elude her.
Her ire accrued and,
imbued with fire,
she clued him in
as she sued him: "You
had to intrude!
You too'd
exude rage
if I'd brewed this
and a feud
ensued."
Then with a rude
allude
to the brood his
not so shrewd
mother'd 'zoo'd,' she
'shoe'd' him
where he poo'd.
Once More…
(Apropos Orlando)
Once more and again
bigotry spreads
like a keloid of shame
across the face
of the promise land.
Once more
liberty and justice
proves to be
only for some—
serving Satan
in the name of God.
Once more
eschewed minds
flake death
to the tested innocent
living out
the tried truth—
their being
who they are:
children of the same God
blasphemed with desecration
of name.
~THE USA NATION~
Observe, the very last of boys and girls.
Teachers decide now if they might be birds?
Educators, these, are also high above you.
Parents’ rights are summarily eschewed!
The once proud Red,White and Blue nation.
Now but a raging transgender sensation!
5/3/2023
Newborn baby please don't cry
Don't blame yourself that your mom died
She perished for you, she had her time
She wanted you to have yours in this life
Newborn baby your mom loved you
That's why she this life eschewed
All for you she happily chose
To bring to life her tiny pink rose
Newborn baby one day you'll see
Your mom committed an act of love for thee
So you may live and be all you can be
And don't forget this, her final decree
Take care of your father he will need you to be strong
Play all day and remember troubles won't stay long
Be kind to your brother and let him sing you songs
And do your best to get along
Remember your mother and her sacrifice for you
And honor her daily in all things that you do
I was watching The Walking Dead marathon yesterday and Lori dies in childbirth. They have to cut the baby out because it's not coming out on it's own. There are no doctors or hospitals so she knows she's going to die but tells them to do it anyway because she can't lose her baby. I was inspired to write about it. I hope you enjoyed.
what a running chestnut sounds like when Parting ways with a damsel like the wind whoosh Naturally the gallant knight of the noble Anguish Languish Galloping in clip clop steed whinnying standing alone ready to take the blame audaciously in the crinkling face of smoke filled nose the dragon Roars vibrating the ears rearing an ugly wheezing head The hooting laughter hahaha hihihihi of passersby burping out who done its in midst of gaseous hissing fog blushing little lady long gone into silent retreat Ripping out loudly It was not the ribit ribit of a croaking frog with swooshing sword raised waving back and forth clearing the air taking brunt of insults you pig oink oink eschewed The clanging armor holds the dragon slain the stench quenched
Two Poems
Avariciously she wanted to be a poetess
Cryptic colloquial eloquent words possessed
Often elusive eschewed from the theme
Limericks and rhymes avoiding etymology means
She an emissary of exonerated poetry banned
Refused extrication to facilitate an easy read
Hoped the fallowed grounds would lead the thieves
Foolhardily challenged the spies of poetry
Used furtive and feasible ingenious loquacious words
For the myopic poet seeing past opaque platitudes
A potentate poetess unconstrained by rules
Made a prudent decision of quiescent raconteur
The timorous young woman without any means
Observed scant observations of her apparent world
A sense of rectitude despite the rancid rooms
Holding profoundly laud regarding the state of penury
Perhaps, she myopic to any morose situations
A genius idiosyncrasy to others observations
Reading her books extraneous to any interpretations
Choosing eruditions to edify accusing disdains
Definitively making her way, condoning opinions
The cantankerous say.
Escaping reality with ambivalent
Articulate assents by way of academic astute ebullience