Best Event Poems
black hole lover
you are
and I,
a prisoner in your event horizon
an astral point of no return
trapped in perpetuum-
two captive hearts
wildly beating
out of sync
time warps, distorts-
cosmic love strings
unravel, become frayed
beyond repair-
despair
the universe
expands then contracts-
entropy inevitable
so too our love-
white hot then space cold
destined to spiral into
insatiable cHaOs
A prisoner I am
in your
salaciously spun silken web
and you
the black widow
enticing me, luring me
until at last I am at your
mercy
pleasure and pain make for an
alchemic, euphoric mix
but prey must be
devoured in the end-
evil fangs penetrate
my flesh
the poison in my blood
entrenched
delirium before demise
still, with my
dying breath
I whisper-
more please
The Mane Event - On The Catwalk
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Entering the Dark Side of a Moonbeam
Entering the dark side of a moonbeam is always very risky
since the cold and howling bitterness of the night escapes,
as a moaning, devilish agony of selfishness devours the good.
As the human heart fills with air, a legion of grieving spirits
in the human psyche is at once intoxicated with the sacred
kissed-gift of this hallowed eve as promised by the Devil.
Cain searches now within Life’s Garden that special hiding
place where unsuspecting Zombies of a grief-stricken nature
dwell whilst being seduced by a darkness as fires burn black.
What remains evident is an emotionless being who is tortured
with murderous feelings that are affected when the dark smoke
blows away all pride and one finds there is no remorse at all.
An agonizing pain is cleared now with the Moon’s eclipse as
the ghosts and goblins of the Devil seek “Hate’s Trigger” that
lies under a deep-dark crater where twilight ghosts cry out now.
These demonic ghosts are known as the “Crying Beggars of Despair,”
who haunt the soul of mankind and are born out of the dark ashes of
unhappy wild beasts who speak with tongues of envy and sadness.
These ghosts now set up their invisible barbed-wire boundaries
that they want to burst later as they begin fighting for their true
existence in the Devil’s own “Dark Netherworld of Lost Souls.”
These ghosts begin now to dance gracefully in the dark shadows as
their deceptive tongues make false complaints and poisonous lies
that throw the state of mind of the demonic ghosts into utter turmoil.
With this evil event, their blood rushes rapidly below the skin’s
surface, as a fear now clings to their throat as an eternal burning
battle gains no foothold to the next following step they must take.
Yes, even for the Devil’s own demonic ghosts from the depths of
Hell itself, their life, their very own existence is incredibly fragile
and vulnerable just like a match is to a flame. Mors omnia solvit.
Gary Bateman, Anne-Lise Andresen, and Liam McDaid
Copyright © All Rights Reserved, December 7, 2021
(Tercet)
Fair weather eye's
focused on the eastern horizon
occasional salty sea spray
followed by a chilly breeze .
A voyager , wandering adrift today's beyond
searching for better tomorrows
on life's ocean of emotions rolling wave's
At times , I feel like changing direction's
follow the sun to the west
go in circles to where it never set's
But then , would I be in a continous day dream
only capable of experiencing a singularity ??
Supposing the setting sun gives hope for another
opportunities abound whatever the weather
Even still , why has everything become so different
refraction apparently affecting others
their mind's " I " incapable of truth
tropism natural for most
eclipsing of the sun becoming an everyday event
What happened to the world I once knew ??
People tell rumours
Because they have bad motives
They're jealous
They snatch from others
They're greedy
They're overbearing
They're mischievous
But I tell only because I'm careless
I'm simple, straight forward
I believe my senses
I believe what I see
And so people pretend to be friendly
I believe what I listen
And so people say sweet words
I tell my feelings
And so people make plans
I'm educated
I see only evidence
A chance event
Can make a long long story sometimes
I believe my wisdom
I make my own judgement
And try to convince others sometimes
When one day I found that
I can't understand why my lover leave me
He didn't see my hard works anymore
He didn't listen to my feelings and love anymore
He didn't apologize with his sweet words anymore
He didn't smile with his sweet appearance anymore
Just like
I didn't see his heart at the very beginning
I believed my own rumours
Which my eyes and ears cheated my heart
Oh my god
Now it's too late
We arrived with expectations of triumph
There were agonies, desperations and tears
Coloring the hills with melancholy shades
Erasing the imaginings of soldier’s anguish
Embracing loss from the heights of passion
Where worries win and misery invites pain
To grasp the soul with a sense of forbode
Whispering despair through breaths of air
Filled with black dread and amber silence
Created in the hearts of those who shall kill
The sons of chaos who reach for a chance
To divide and conquer – defeat the wretched
Wickedness of those who long to succeed
Reach victory along the front lines where
Gettysburg soldiers are drifting along paths
Of loss and sorrow, fears of all that has past
And the tomorrows that are filled with knowing
Death is a friend to those who defy it with
Mercies murmuring and sighing, silencing
Each breath of hope that finds its way to the
Surface where there are only defeated desires
Drenching the spirit with gloom that comes
From losing every battle to the one who will
Finally overthrow the light with darkest night
The Battle of Gettysburg was fought July 1-3, 1863 in and around Gettysburg, Pennsylvania by Union and Confederate Soldiers during the American Civil War. This battle involved the largest number of deaths during the war and is often described as the war's turning point. The North won this battle with General Lee's forces.
A Historic Event Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
September 18, 2020
When people speak of Frankenstein, they often seem quite shaken
But if that name evokes the beast, they're monstrously mistaken.
For Frankenstein does not portray the nameless weird creation
But rather Shelley's choice for his creator's appellation.
So if this Victor Frankenstein should choose to throw a party
Inviting all his scientific friends and those more arty,
He'd first provide refreshments then recite them all a story
Involving an experiment with life and all things gory.
Concluding with the statement 'To play God just isn't wise
For it is highly likely to occasion one's demise.'
31.08.21
You arrived like a rupture in time,
some semantic glitch in the fabric,
sparking where there was nothing…
a rupture before the rapture.
I think—no, I know—
you were watching before I saw you.
The air bent first,
whispers in the pressure,
like the universe leaning in to hear
my last rational thought.
Then—impact.
Your voice, a blade of static slicing through the hush,
laughter curled at the edges
like the flame of Prometheus—
your hand not quite touching,
but gravity-tight, tightening.
You orbit too close,
little devils of you perched at the curve of my jaw,
whispers in my ear like Eris at a wedding,
golden apple gleaming between your fingers,
asking nothing—offering everything—
dares dressed as questions.
“Why hesitate?”
Your presence is the Big Bang in reverse—
not an explosion outward,
but a collapse inward—
atoms realigning to your will.
You speak, and my spine remembers
that I was built to bow.
Charon must know my name by now.
A coin pressed to my tongue,
your palm sealing my fate—
like Persephone’s pomegranate kiss.
I was spontaneous once,
but now I am simply reactive,
a particle caught in your chain reaction.
I should run.
Instead, I step closer.
And the Nyx of us
smiles.
elegance
of a
phrase
ripples
across
my mind:
glittering
prefigure
a poesie:
flitter
flicker
into life
crying
I'm here!
from within
the berth
channel
of
inspiration
A HISTORICAL EVENT
It happened over 2,000 years ago
But the story is still being told
About a man that you may know
A man great to behold
Considered by some to be shunned
Yet by others, He was adored
His miracles caused some to be stunned
By others, His feats were ignored
Some failed to believe of His virgin birth
While others knew it to be true
The only perfect man ever on earth
Who died for me and for you
To save us from a lake of fire
If we place our trust in Him
To spend eternity with Him, we should aspire
Or our future is looking quite dim
The life of this Man lives on today
In the lives of His loyal believers
This historical event is here to stay
Regardless of numerous deceivers
Yes, Christ is the Man I'm referring to
Born of a young virgin child
Conceived of the Holy Spirit
Born so meek and mild
He can save you from your sinful life
To a life of victory
Relieve you of the load of strife
This man of renowned history
9 October 2018
For the contest sponsored by Lu Loo
In the event that I forget
what this poem is about
I refer you now to the birds
outside my window.
They are silent – it is a sound-proof window,
but I want to speak of windows more.
I should have titled this poem ‘Window’
but then the silence and the birds got my attention.
What is a poem - rhetorical unanswerable question,
yet perhaps they are a silent window,
the words being birds only the eyes
and the heart can hear. Well they could be.
Before he died in the Hospice
my father would gaze out of the same window
everyday.
On the other side of that silent window
horses grazed in a paddock – nothing special.
We both would sit facing that expanse of glass,
I wondering what to say next,
He nodding and smiling at the horses,
the green cropped grass - the occasional birds.
Not a sound did they all make
but father was listening and seeing
what only those close to the center
of silence can see.
I believe the words end here.
In the event of my losing my place
In the ensuing quietus
please look away.
Legend goes on discovery of
Universal Law of Gravitation
as an apple from tree just fell off
on ground, watched by Sir Isaac Newton.
He considered ripen apple
as experimental sample.
Free fall of fruit made him curious.
Scientist started thinking serious.
On detachment from stalk aftermath
the apple neither hangs in air
nor goes up under wind’s care,
but is bound to fall on Earth.
Great Gravitational force is responsible.
To escape attraction of Earth is impossible
for all earthly materials.
Gravity claims credentials.
The Mathematician and Physicist Sir Isaac Newton discovered Theory of
Gravity. Gravitational Force acts between all pairs of bodies. He formulated
the Inverse Square Law of Universal Gravitation in 1687.
09/22/20
For a job well done, amazed by the outcome.
Although they could not visualize it, they loved every bit.
The imagination of their thoughts, Lambert Treasures were chosen.
Excited by what they saw, the room was the best fit.
Although they could not visualize it, they loved every bit.
Anxious to see all the details, the ones they requested.
Excited by what they saw, the room was the best fit.
What was presented, were Lambert Treasures creative reflections.
Anxious to see all the details, the ones they requested.
The fairytale they longed for, their dreams were coming true.
What was presented, were Lambert Treasures creative reflections.
Their days were numbered, oh how their enthusiasm grew.
The fairytale they longed for, their dreams were coming true.
Not knowing were to start, they pondered on what to do.
Their days were numbered, oh how their enthusiasm grew.
They researched and made phone calls, they had no clue.
Not knowing were to start, they pondered on what to do.
Lambert Treasures saved them, their work is impeccable.
They researched and made phone calls, they had no clue.
The day was finally here, the room was beautiful.
Turn it around, Lord
Turn it around, O God in me
Turn it around give unto me
This is my mine moment
To be with you only, eternally
Turn it around, this is mine turn around season
I forsake myself, my sins I lay down my reason
I came through the womb wrinkle and moist;
Place in this world in my mother’s arms, didn’t have a choice;
O’ All Father rains down on us…
Was a seed planted in the earth of my mother?
I was turn around
I grow as I lived life in my sins;
Taught right and wrong, where do I begin?
O’ Elohim saw grace gave me Jesus;
So that I may live on, my life eternally;
This is my moment
This is my time
To stop doing what is wrong
This is my season
To stop this drenching falling down
No longer do I sink, I now wanna swim
O’ Father I want my soul to win
What is the meaning of turnaround?
A turnaround is about to complete change in me
My opinion, attitude, method of life bout’ to change to be
Touch me now, I receive you now, O’ Lord God
Turn this season around
My sin was my treason, it was the reason
I’m believin, I’ve too bitten of the forbidden fruit
I’ve fallen, in autumn
I’ve gotten up in spring, no I’m about to sing
Winter’s barren frigid cold and uncaring
This is my moment
This is my time
To stop doing what is wrong
This is my season
To stop this drenching falling down
No longer do I sink, I now wanna swim
O’ Father I want my soul to win
What is the meaning of turnaround?
God’s grant me a turnaround moment
Such is a sudden improvement,
A supernatural turnaround is a divine encounter
Where God reverses my circumstances,
Turns around the negative into positive
And shifts my thoughts and life in a new direction.
God says, "I will turn things around for my people"
God says, "I will turn things around for my people"
God says, "I will turn things around for my people"
This is my moment
This is my time
To stop doing what is wrong
This is my season
To stop this drenching falling down
No longer do I sink, I now wanna swim
O’ Father I want my soul to win
---“In the end I will turn things around for the people. Zephaniah 3:9”
8/7/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
From the “ ^turn around season” anthology
The Wall
A near three thousand names called out that day;
now fifteen years, they've solemnized the date
so labeled Nine-Eleven, to now stay
within our memories as tragic fate.
But listening to names cannot compare
to heartache stirred by this museum wall.
The magnitude of faces smiling there-
their beating hearts now silent in this hall.
There seems to be no end to photos lined
on panels wrapped around the room; we grasp,
indeed, how many lost their lives- resigned
to shock, as each face comes to life, we gasp.
This Wall of Faces makes the list of names
seem weak in stirring deep emotion's hurt.
Instead of words, each captured smile remains
to let the viewer's horror reassert.
Those mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers too;
small children, grandparents, spouses, and friends-
their sparkling eyes that danced with life in view,
were closed forever with such tragic ends.
This Wall of Faces shares some history
with facts and stories offered on each one,
up close and personal, their lives to see-
so many hopes and dreams became undone.
October 22, 2016
Contest: A Historic Event
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Written, and Posted, October 2016,
for the 15th Anniversary of 9/11, (September 11, 2001)
a dark day in history- after I visited The Wall Of Faces -
9/11 Memorial Museum, NYC