Best Espouse Poems
Lifeless were the eyes of infamous Ted Bundy
No remorse, all emotion had been doused
His gaze pierced my soul as I gave testimony
He maintained there’d been too much publicity
Four coeds attacked in a sorority house
Lifeless were the eyes of infamous Ted Bundy
This demon had the nerve to make a bogus plea
“Move my trial or there’ll be no justice,” he groused
His gaze pierced my soul as I gave testimony
To explain news coverage in Tallahassee
Reporters took the stand, court quiet as a mouse
Lifeless were the eyes of infamous Ted Bundy
I took the stand shaking, did not want him to see me
I was sweating so much, wet stains were on my blouse
His gaze pierced my soul as I gave testimony
It appeared his conscience was totally guilt-free
What kind of excuse could this death machine espouse
Lifeless were the eyes of infamous Ted Bundy
His gaze pierced my soul as I gave testimony
*Entry for Catie’s “Villanelle Me” Contest
Note: Serial Killer Ted Bundy successfully convinced the court he could not get a fair
trial in Tallahassee because there had been too much pre-trial publicity surrounding
his attacks on four Florida State University co-eds in their sorority house. After
Tallahassee reporters were required to testify, Bundy’s trial was moved to South
Florida. Bundy assaulted and murdered at least 30 young women, and possibly
many more, in the states of Washington, Oregon, California, Utah, Idaho, Colorado,
and Florida between 1974 and 1978. After more than a decade of denials he
confessed to 30 homicides, but the true total remains unknown.
Categories:
espouse, people
Form:
Villanelle
IMAGINATION
Closed eyes; under a locked prism of unavailable light
subjects our third eye to mind's internal creation;
imagined images viewed by non-existent senses
on an opague three dimensional screen.
In an algorithm of shedded particle waves
Insight quickly fades back into a darkened vision
of only half a picture without reflection.
It leaves with us a broken trail of possibilities
new thoughts, new choices, changes in destiny
warily made under duress of immediacy
trying to conceive a canvas framed
by the hand of God.
It is in response to these panchromatic memories
held back by the sun's blackened light,
that we clearly notice how the prism
reflects an undercurrent. of shadeless secrets
different than the realm of visionary colors.
Sensory detections relinquish an uncompleted picture.
The image within, at times, may reveal an idea.
the transmission of which however placed
when received should strive to become an emotional
mover of otherwise placid thinking where wizened leaders
can in causes wept in sorrow from yesterday's sadness
proclaim a hope for a brighter tomorrow.
INTERPRETATION:
When our eyes are shut tight, there is no light or vision.
We are limited to what we see with our inner mind.
Nevertheless there is an internal sense,
a feeling of a creative process going on.
It occurs as insight and often fades into a clouded vision
of a thought picture barely perceived within.
When we leave the path of contemplative thinking,
we lose the benefit of what could have been.
The choices we make are usually expedient
and we struggle to determine
what it is that we really want.
Often we are faced and challenged by outside forces
many of which we deflect as we espouse our point of view
without exploring all the possibilities.
We see what could be and would like to be
hoping that it will make a difference.
and help humanity move forward
to a brighter tomorrow.
CAK 5-23-2103
Categories:
espouse, image, imagination, introspection, life,
Form:
Imagism
Night revolves in stillness,
reaching for the dawn.
Orion, Taurus and the Dogs,
yield to Deneb and the Swan.
And there in deep south rising,
a blood-tinged, pulsing heart,
Antares, stinger and the claws:
celestial works of art.
But now comes an intruder
amid Scorpius’ vivid stars,
for Antares is but mere rival
to the dazzling orb of Mars.
In dreams I've often wandered
and traversed empty space—
through darkest matter I have roamed,
yet yearned for just one place.
Its icy poles I’ve glimpsed from earth—
winds and saffron dust—
iron from exploded suns
gathered there as rust.
I’m sure I’d miss the color green—
long for skies of blue.
But brand new memories I’d espouse
forgetting hues I knew.
Alas, I'm tethered to the earth—
can’t travel into space.
So in twenty, maybe thirty years,
won’t you please go in my place?
1st Place, Mars Contest
Categories:
espouse, anniversary,
Form:
Quatrain
Outside of civil man’s well tended garden,
A field of briars willfully encroached,
Threatening the peaceful flowers without pardon.
Oh these gardeners fought hard as the briars approached.
“You don’t belong here, you’re not good enough!”
“You are snarled with iniquity and with thorns.”
“You live a life so very harsh and rough…”
“What good can you bring?” they said with deep seated scorn.
And the briar replied that hot summer day,
“Deep within these unforgiving boughs
Lives a flower who doesn’t have much to say
Except a story concerning what you espouse.”
“You see there lives a dragon scorned just over the way,
Who tossed opportunity and harbingers to the wind,
Because life is glorious and he loves to play…
Carefree and cavalier is how his days were spent.”
“He playfully trampled gardens carefully tended,
By pious gardeners without wings who would never fly,
Until he happened upon a flower wonderfully scented,
Crimson in color, the flower reflected beauty in his eye,”
“Eagerly he reached forward to make it his own,
But this glorious flower was protected by thorns,
And gave the dragon a prick to change his tone,
And it was in that prick that true love was born.”
“Now the dragon is older and has spent his days,
Watching over this rose, the love of his life,
Learning about beauty and awe inspiring ways.
His world now protected by thorn and briar.”
“He has discovered great beauty and learned much,
And no longer does the dragon destroy with fire.”
“But should you gardeners even dare to touch
A single branch or bough in this tangled briar…”
“You will face both the Dragon and the Rose,
Who with great love now protect each other,
From pious gardeners who would have them go,
Because neither can be kept on a tether.”
“So snip your lilies and pluck your weeds,
Make your lives as perfect as they can be,
For in this harsh briar we continue to watch love grow,
That of a magnificent Dragon and the beautiful Rose.”
Categories:
espouse, love, passion, beauty, flower,
Form:
Ballad
Stalin cared nothing for his people
Mao Zedong was likewise
Cruel and brutal tyrants
Who slaughtered millions of their own people.
And now let those who espouse the ideals
Of communism, marxism, socialism and globalism
Learn the truth from the blood soaked landscape
Of the twentieth century
And listen to the haunting cries
Of countless millions who have died...
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly 2022.
3/9/22
Categories:
espouse, evil, political,
Form:
Free verse
"Crazy is as Crazy does"
Crazy is as Crazy does
poets and musicians
come undonne
fresh plots
till the soiled, their artful
passion twists
a je ne sais quoi
madness in the measure
of their melodies -
there "It" sits within, an articulate
climbing ivy de Sadeness, when
silence comes to this
words paint a wall
like flowers blooming
tale feathers flying
angels and their demons
swooning,
dance enthralled
across white territory
open spaces
close tired doors
the dead, fuelled and reborn
surrender red flags
in bed with the
romance
of new frontiers
where ancient lovers call
Crazy is as Crazy does
poets and musicians
all cultivated mercenaries
eventually
come undonne
hungry monsters
to speak and sing
of war and love
times past
long ago, and history
yet to come
words worn like
monks wear habits
hearts are verily
strummed warm
then rolled over raw
seeds and wild oats sown
thoughts like manna
placed in others' minds
and on their tongues
to speak and dance
of never-nevers
and cloudy
kingdom comes
impress to all,
heed this, they espouse
it's all quite quite
quintessential
perfectly prophétique,
murdering ALL their
little darlings
fresh plots
till the soiled, their artful
passion twists
Crazy is as Crazy does
the loons all hum and nod
when
silence comes to this
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Categories:
espouse, muse, music, poets,
Form:
Free verse
Take me where our love once was
In our garden, on leisurely walks
Flying mountains where birds flock
Holding hands in a heavenly talk.
Spinning rhythm around the clock
Rowing our love boat by the dock
Spellbound by your godly charms
Hold me forever in adoring arms.
Travel with me to world unseen
Where glaciers rise bluish green
To Top of Europe in Interlaken
A scenic climb closer to heaven.
Drive me around the Ring of Kerry
Ireland's famous circle of scenery
Let's renew vows in joy and glory
To celebrate wedding anniversary.
Embrace me under arc of rainbow
Hold me softly as moonlight glows
Kiss me like you have never before
Let hearts sing a melodious encore.
Stage a show love would espouse
Take me to Sydney Opera House
Write the lyrics to our life song
Bind our souls in joyous sing along.
Grab me closely in a willful pause
Hear the call of romantic applause
Let desire lure our love so strong
Allow me to gently fall in your arms.
September 15, 2017
Placed 2nd: Strand Pick J Contest by Brian Strand
Placed 3rd: Hold Me In Your Arms
Sponsor: Julie Rodeheaver
Categories:
espouse, love,
Form:
Quatrain
Joe Biden now rules our White House
Together with his 'doctor' spouse.
His blunders, for sure-
We have to endure;
To caring, he does not espouse.
Those mishaps, like names he misspoke-
For sure, were not meant as a joke.
But much worse by far
His failures that scar-
Appeasing the will of the woke'!
Day-one, he shut down the pipeline-
made our oil production decline.
Gas prices- despise!
While heating bills rise!
We now must import and consign!
Appalling- how he shut that door
To exit the long Afghan war!
Left our troops behind-
Their rescue declined
In spite of their sacrifice bore!
Our vast Southern border, exposed-
All previous rules- he opposed.
He let millions in
And, to our chagrin-
Come outlaws and drugs- unopposed!
Bad crimes multiply by the day;
The victims now feel cast away.
With no fines or bail,
Or time spent in jail-
No need that bad guys must obey!
Inflation's gone way off the chart;
We dread the time spent at the mart.
Less food we now choose
For his brainless ruse-
Just printing out money's not smart!
And, last but not least, Hunter's life!
This son and his dad cause us strife.
With Chinese, each deals-
While 'The Big Guy' steals;
Through quid pro quo- they become rife!
Our media hypes left-wing views-
So, therefore, presenting fake news;
When really, they should
Show bad with the good;
Lay out all the facts to peruse!
November 25, 2022
Contest: The Bidens Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
Categories:
espouse, america, corruption, how i
Form:
Limerick
Crush the negative thoughts that pull you down
Brush the black and white dots in vibrant hues
Rush not the success for it's not the running race
Hush and trounce failures and get rid off blues
Descry and espouse every opportunity that comes
Deny the quote, that common man cannot score
Try until your zeal for success blazes bright and
Fly beyond the blue sky, for you deserve more
June 15 2021
Categories:
espouse, career, encouraging, uplifting,
Form:
Lento
~The Devil in a Bottle~
Waves or fears so thick you could feel them ripple up the stairs…
The screams the pleadings the sobs,
We would chant our well learnt prayers…
We learnt them from over use; we learnt them off by rote,
Huddled together at night in bed - underneath the overcoat.
That is our blanket on the bed for three.
Please God don’t let our dad hurt our pretty mum-my.
This nightly prayer was our plea, we nightly did espouse
Because we learned the devil- he had now entered our house.
Our dad was the nicest man around, but the devil was spirits and beer.
He could be so happy until his drink - filled us all with fear.
Our mum became religious to fight this devil away
But she was never strong enough even though she would pray all day.
The happy days came when he went to work at sea.
Weeks of peace, we enjoyed we were happy all could see.
We forgot about how easily when he was home, the life that we enjoyed.
Happiness and fun soon left us as he quickly became annoyed.
Then the ripple of tension and fear would creep back in the house
Made us wish we could hide in a hole, just like a little mouse
Hidden away scurrying through walls, and in between floors
Not having to listen to - screams behind closed bedroomdoors.
© ~GG~ 2/08/2012
THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION
Categories:
espouse, life, happy, dad, work,
Form:
Verse
THE THREE STOOGES
With their lunatic style of slapstick
These old favourites made their mark
Bangs on head, eye pokes and **** kicks
Were transformed to works of art
But it's not of this trio I speak
Three more egregious, my aim
On these your attention I seek
They're REGRET, SHAME and BLAME
Undesirables of the emotions
With pretence that your life they will serve
If for living this life you've devotion
Treat them with the mistrust they deserve
.....................
SHAME - the one least deserving disdain
The one who gets head bashed and eyes poked
Only loons never feel guilty pain
Without wishing their sins be revoked
With no shame at our dastardly deed
We would surely be heartless and brazen
Not to wish to repent, fault concede
But don't drown in self immolation
.....................
REGRET is a stooge insidious
A crime with no victim but self
Curbing soul in a manner perfidious
Life on hold, and you on the shelf
Have a few, perhaps 'too few to mention'
You mis-spoke? Well by all means retract words
But avoid a total suspension
And don't spend your life looking backwards
.....................
Then BLAME, there's the killer, life dumbing
Though it may give relief and brief feel-good
To beat up some rat who had it coming
But move on! Don't espouse victimhood
The problem with indulging in blame
It makes another the cause, you effected
Paint yourself in a victim's frame
Can you then be source for life corrected?
13 May 2018
Categories:
espouse, humanity, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
For years he proudly wore the uniform of his beloved nation,
Fighting in many conflicts seeing mankind's terrible desecration.
In the heat of battle he often looked beyond the horrible strife,
When one day he could pen his dreams about the good things in life.
He tried to erase from his mind the lingering nightmare of battle,
The clash of steel, the billowing smoke and the musket's rattle.
He retired to a peaceful life and forsook the weapons of war,
To muse and write of ordinary things, letting his imagination soar!
He wrote of the magnificence of a beautiful, fragrant rose,
And the peaceful innocence of little children in repose.
The grandeur of the Creator's mountain, stream and plain,
Trees, sunshine, the moon, the stars and life-sustaining rain.
He wrote of children anxiously pondering choices at a candy store,
And of mighty waves from far-away places rushing to the shore.
He told of the virtues of attending Church and Sunday School,
To handle others with loving care, as if each were a precious jewel!
It says in the Good Book there'll always be wars and rumors of war,
But the old soldier had seen the folly of war and made it his chore,
To espouse a truism he had learned, this a very simple rule:
"If folks would follow The Golden Rule, they'd be apt to be less cruel!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Categories:
espouse, peacechildren,
Form:
Rhyme
There you sit, my Love,
holding nectar from above,
strong and rich and hot.
More awaits me in the pot!
Your serum lures me;
from my ennui, it cures me.
I clutch you and sup
from your bounty, coffee cup.
Dear, I hold you tight,
be it afternoon or night.
Solo, with a meal—
you possess immense appeal.
Folger’s, Maxwell House,
two great brands that I espouse,
Hazelnut or French
vanilla creamer and a pinch
of sugar creates
the magic mix that abates
my need for a sweet,
steaming, caffeine-laden treat!
November 29, 2016, entered in the Kim Rodrigues Wake Up with Coffee or Tea Contest
September 30, 2020
entered in the Completely Your Choice (19) Poetry Contest Placed 1st
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Categories:
espouse, drink, love,
Form:
Rhyme
In this wonky day and time,
this favored temperate clime
dares suggest wisdom's course
espouse prevalent societal force.*
Family tree boundaries,
stretched by current modes
like an old elastic band,
accept new branches
hung precariously
on the old sturdy trunk.
Old Limbs are newly bushed
with leaves bearing prefixes
with measuring sounds;
third, adopted, step, half -
or followed by modifiers;
in-law, live-in, significant other.
Partners and lovers
get tied on with slippery ribbons,
names entered in a ledger,
but not with permanent ink.
Disjointed families, add-ons,
and second family births
leave our children wondering
to whom they belong.
*Adulterated quote from “A Traitor to Memory”
by Susan Elizabeth George, Published in 2001,
Bantam Books, a Div. of Random House, Inc.
Top of Page 87
Categories:
espouse, children, family, tree,
Form:
Free verse
Patriotic Americans are disgusted with Trump news every morn,
all shaking their heads in disbelief at the prick who is a thorn.
With such an arrogant mien, his character is one of a pooh bah.
Always thinking he's above the law, as if he's king or maharaja.
Ridiculous is the new mantra that might be his campaign slogan.
It's just asinine and imbecilic. That's the opinion of Jenna Logan.
It sounds just like baby gibberish when he cries out, "MAGAGA!"
With Putin and Kim Jong Un as friends, who's next, the Hezbollah?
Melania read her script then returned to the annals of obscurity,
saying her hubby will lead America "by love, peace and security."
Lying words, she was commanded to read raised a few eyebrows.
I wonder what price she'd pay if to his agenda she'd not espouse.
It was reported that she swore and cursed using the "F" word
when asked about Christmas decorations, and was overheard
saying she didn't care at all about Christmas, and she was tired
of having to do things in the White House that were required.
One reporter said Trump's MAGAGA sounds like baby babble.
It'll become the new battle cry of his crowd, the motley rabble.
Their banner should be emblazoned with a snotty nosed child
throwing a tantrum, out of control and his anger running wild.
I know this post will not be met with agreement by some of you.
That's perfectly ok because you have the right to an opinion, too.
You can bash Joe Biden when on words and steps he may stumble
but as America's President, I fear Trump will once again fumble.
Can anyone be so blind not to see, by taking an honest reflection,
that he directed a mob to commit treason and an insurrection?
What hold does this immoral sleaze have over far too many?
With eyes open to reality, you'd see his dysfunctions are plenty.
I've never been a Democrat, nor a believer in the Republican ilk,
but I think Trump is a miscreant who'll keep taking all he can milk
from a country deserving to be held in high esteem and dignity.
But four more years of DJT will end in chaos from his malignity.
Categories:
espouse, political,
Form:
Rhyme