Best Faced Poems
What made you so special my freckle faced friend..
the day I heard you singing to a record, from your window next door.
Bell bottom clad teenaged knock out, with a ballerina's step..
In huge Cape Cod two story where dreams took form.
My mom hummed a tune as she ironed my best shirt..
Fumbled with your corsage, wondering why I chose red.
Last dance I remembered was always our first,
humbled by a mirage., in a golden gown dress.
Realized too late the secret your parents kept,
all the plans they'd made for you..
plain enough to see I wasn't part of them.
Not enough coins lined my pockets to set you free,
at least not enough for them to ransom you to me.
Some days found me prayin',
some I cursed right out loud.
Wonderin' does the one you share today in,
know the goldmine he had found.
Did he bring you eyes full of stars,
and promise all his tomorrows.
Realize what heaven sent gift you are,
never lament a heart left to sorrow.
Does he read them bedtime stories,
and tuck them into bed..
Listen to child borne wonders and worries,
every wild dream that fills their head.
And did you share those freckled hands,
every time you stopped to tie their shoes..
protect them with those same plotted plans,
your parents chose for you.
Do you ever hear that record playing..
among the distant stars that shined so bright?
New days come, battles lost and battles won..
lost in heartfelt wish that I'd been born..
that lucky seventh of seventh son.
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Categories:
faced, crush, house, proposal, sad
Form:
Rhyme
A tyburn is a six line poem consisting of 2,2,2,2,9,9 syllables.
The first four lines rhyme and are all descriptive words.
The last two lines rhyme and incorporate the
1st, 2nd, 3rd, and 4th lines as the 5th to 8th syllables.
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winsome
awesome
fearsome
loathsome
man of her dreams – winsome, awesome treat
till hurt, betrayed – fearsome, loathsome cheat.
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Contest: Write Me a Tyburn
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
Placed 1st
Categories:
faced, love hurts,
Form:
Tyburn
TWO FACED HEAVEN
I walk slow in a globe of puffy clouds
Dancing midair, a concerto, harp plucks
From right to left are angels in white shrouds
their velvet pulling psalms, my heart they struck
Amazed! I stopped. Behold. Entwine and stuck!
Has my one weary soul found its best home?
Roads I pass below, wobble and some foam,
all sprays a peacock of sadness and cheers.
I thank our God for all my harvest homes
as they remind me too: heaven is here! :)
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Sponsor Dr.Ram Mehta
Contest Name Dizain Me
Placed 1st
©O.E. Guillermo
07:55 pm, January 28, 2015
Categories:
faced, character, christian, earth, heaven,
Form:
Dizain
Wind, your double essence is well-known.
Whispered summer breezes you exhale;
Then suddenly you turn. You surge and wail,
Expelling rage, you bluster or you moan.
Your brute relentless nature then is shown
For you become a cyclone, Hound of Hell,
Or show yourself a monsoon, squall, or gale.
Unquelled, a devil’s wrath with dust is sown.
As you intone, we’re stricken by your power.
Whipping wind, who thrashes us below,
You’re merciless until that final hour
Your vehemence ceases. Gust, I hate you so.
You scour Earth for those who next must cower.
Two-faced tempest, most indeed you BLOW!
For the NETTED by WORDS: HER SILVERED, TENDER WEBPoetry Contest
I used the theme found in "Wheeze of a Wind" which had been entered
by Nette in another of Cyndi MacMillan's contests:
Timeless Yet Contemporary, A Sonnet Thang
Note to Nette: My sonnet cannot hold a candle to yours. I think your contemporary one was better than my traditional one; however, I hope you can feel my anger about wind in it!! I just love how you did your modern sonnet for Cyndi!! BTW, I MISS you. Where ARE you anyway???
Categories:
faced, nature,
Form:
Sonnet
Attacked by Janus-faced complexity
My mind responds with functionality
To present either sheer timidity
Or self-entitlement tenacity.
Gripped with hypocrisy’s duplicity
I succumb to boastfulness-dignity
In striving for victorious verity
Achieving, though blown by futility.
Then, playing safe midst glad security
My conscience settles for “low” identity
Yet, that is not true in actuality
Since I’m drowning into dishonesty.
Frailty hides behind pride’s integrity
Such is human nature’s reality
Showing arrogant personality
This besets me in my carnality…
Braced by feelings of superiority
I tend to value self’s priority
Along the guise of false humility
Enclosed by ingratitude’s vanity…
Admitting my guilt of being haughty
Heart of mine confesses infirmity
Asking God* for compassion’s propensity
Indeed repentant, seeking His pity…
Recognizing who’s in authority
I stay in the Saviour’s security
Trusting divine Source of tranquility
Who forgives sins by His grace-certainty...
Now, freed from shame’s blaming intensity
My soul thanks the sovereign Almighty
Declaring I’m not anymore guilty
By His peace I did claim with surety.
Doing best with accomplishment’s duty
Propelled by devotion’s sincerity
I cling to Giver of blessings’ bounty
To check always my wrong audacity.
With the Lord’s miraculous specialty
Transforming me toward eternity
I bow to His life-building creativity
Directing me for kindness-purity.
*James 4:6 "But he giveth more grace. Wherefore he saith, God resisteth the proud, but giveth grace unto the humble."
November 29, 2023
1st place, "Pick-A-Title, Vol 40" Chosen Topic and original Title: Janus Face
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 12/16/2023
Categories:
faced, blessing, character, christian, faith,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
My muse can sometimes wear a scoundrel’s face.
He flees and hides behind some desert brush,
abandoning me in a barren place
where sweet imagination has no gush!
Of inspiration I can find no trace.
This villain muse subjects me to a drought
and sets the stage with dreary atmosphere.
He scatters prickly pear and rocks about
while vultures seeking carrion come near.
I fear he’s taken my dear hero out!
Where hides my hero muse inside my mind?
He needs to change this horrid wasteland green
and put the villain side of him behind!
I summon forth my hero – Change the scene!
My quill is out! My hero now I find.
Oct. 13, 2022
For Milt L. Hankins' Three Stanza Poem In Quintain (Sicilian) Poetry Contest
Categories:
faced, writing,
Form:
Quintain (Sicilian)
"Chasing The Many Faces of God ( We the People Series)
There they are__ made each day no shame, no disgrace...
Constant reminders of who controls the human race.
We wake up every morning and get hot on the chase...
gotta get the God with big numbers on his face...
gotta hurry along... got no time to waste...
gotta be first in line_ anyhow in any case.
Jamming down my food, pimping my style in great haste...
no time to pull up my pants or tie my shoelace....
grabbing coke and candy_ gotta keep up the pace...
sodas, coffee, caffeine_ smoking crack-freebase.
Looking up in the air, and down in any space_ ....
over here or there_ it could be any place....
cheating through life_ up my sleeve_ a spare ace....
lies are the present _ truth is gone without a trace.
There they are__ made each day no shame, no disgrace...
constant reminders of who controls the human race.
persisting un regrettable unabatedly to abase...
our raped souls_ with anything antidepressant laced.
Categories:
faced, abuse, addiction, allusion, character,
Form:
Didactic
Escape into your heart;
Where your mind can't be found;
Flee into the fleeting muscles, pumping iron;
Flow within the vessels that inhabit dew;
Liquids of scarlet drops of quarrel;
Flee from out your head;
Those hurt full pangs you dread;
Sacrifice those killing scene;
Vanquish thoughts of unpleasantness;
Words hurt more than metal, sticks or stone;
And within my last breath...
Two face swords of tongues left;
6/4/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Categories:
faced, analogy, anger, angst, conflict,
Form:
Light Verse
Bare Faced Cheek
I’m a night wanderer of streets
Once was picked up by the police
Thinking I was a sneaky thief
The truth is that I just don’t sleep
I pleaded down upon my knee
Eventually was set free.
They could not put me in a cell
Because I'd said that I wasn't well
So I saunter o’er lonesome road
I’ll do a streak if feeling bold
I love to hear the ladies shriek
Once they have sneaked a crafty peek.
I stroll where’re streets are dark
Because my face is badly marked
The misses she'd throw things at me
Said that we two weren't meant to be
But she always aimed at my face
Now I look an utter disgrace.
Should you conceive that I am mad
No I’m not, just awfully sad
There’s no way I can face the day
Wouldn’t have it any other way
I saunter along lonesome streets
Because I have the bare faced cheek.
*+*
25th September 2022
Categories:
faced, humorous, loneliness,
Form:
Rhyme
Sitting here faced with my fears
not know how to escape it.
Never knowing who I really am
faced with the fact of life.
It stairs me in my eyes.
This thing people calls fear
tears me down inside.
With out a soul knowing it
faced with the desicions of life.
Sitting here faced with my fears.
I begin to weep
I begin to cry out.
I begin to feel pain like no other
has ever felt before.
As I sit here faced with my fears.
I reach my hand out to you
for help and only to come and realize.
The only thing in front
of me is my own reflection.
I now have the fear of
helping myself to realize its time to let go.
Categories:
faced, confusion, life, sad, me,
Form:
Free verse
My path beyond the shores of time
from life to there are maritime ripples.
Harrowing blades of rain
hammered from storm-clouds shatter puddles
of glass to rolling streams of echoes,
Misery’s trail towards cleansing waters:
A bloody throat gasping for water
is my alarm clock each day, it hurts all the time.
I drink and gurgle, but none of it matters, echoes
butcher my esophagus with hack-saw ripples
as knees tumble to drown in rusty puddles;
My lungs are a prison withered by the warden’s reign.
This morning I woke to the 13th straight day of rain
in Houston. From my condo overlooking the water
Clear Lake slept like a sidewalk puddle.
In July, humidity is a visceral sweater, sweltered by time
stitched in ‘X’s and needle-strung ripples
suffocating ragdolls in sweat-stained echoes.
I took my coffee on the balcony. Through iron-rods came an echo
redolent the voice of an angel; “Why’s it gotta rain
all the time, daddy?” she asked in wavy curls and golden ripples.
More clever then, I quickly responded, “Because god has to water
his plants, Ava, that’s why it rains all the time.”
It used to be I smiled as she twirled through puddles.
The morning sky darkened as shadowy thorns continued to puddle.
Nearby lightning cracks hid from thundery echoes.
With each explosion my locomotive doubled its time;
Faster and faster screaming and taunting the rain,
inebriated veins screeching “Ice-water!” -
…and then a stillness overtook me. The warden sighed a calm ripple;
From a dream my eyes bathed in tranquil ripples
of shimmering obsidian disguised as puddles.
Behind me were footsteps painted with water.
A song I knew from Radiohead was echoing
a muffled chorus through sliding glass doors; “broken hearts make it rain,
broken hearts make it rain” and I remembered a happier time.
Then ripples staggered down my spine. Tingling echoes
were empty puddles violated by rain in my fingers and toes.
I again looked down at the water and thought, “Better get movin’, it’s breakfast time.”
8/11/2016
2nd Place in contest "Rain" judged 9/10/16
Categories:
faced, depression,
Form:
Sestina
As I sat in my living room
On my cozy big fluffy oarnge
sofa chair, sipping on a cup of
steaming chamomile tea, with
lemon, perched on a yellow porcelain
saucer, and while daydreaming out the
large bay window with chantilly lace
beige curtains... I viewed the funny face
full moon amongst a black curtain of night
time sky. Twinkles of light sparked my
thoughts to invite the light of the moon
inside my soul in order to transform my
spirite into nothing but kindness and compassion.
The moon accepted my invitation in exchange for
blessings and prayers.
Categories:
faced, happinesslight, light, moon,
Form:
Tarnished or burnished, of late from the store.'
reflections of glimmers..a world, outside my door..'
At shards of perception, I squint and I peer."
through the air, my conception still.' much is unclear )
you blandly gaze cold , though re-sending suns rays
a friend without compunction? a mocker of age..
you dazzle the nations; or just one person at a time..'
a help to boxers, of't the ballet! & street artists 'in mime'
©Joe Maverick 6-12-2013
Categories:
faced, allegory,
Form:
Couplet
Back To Back We Faced Each Other
By Shericka Murphy
I think the sun sets in his eyes
I think he got wings and that sometimes he flies
I hope he never dies.
And He's so wise--
I think love swims in his soul
He said I make him whole
Man love can really take a toll.
I think he loves everything
And I think the man can sing.
Happiness is all he can bring.
And I think the flowers grow cause' he plants them for me
I think the waves rise because he swims in the sea
And he can be hot and cold, just like tea.
He aint' broke but the love he gives is free.
The richest man I ever did know
And The man moves with the smoothest flow
And man he makes my love grow.
And he makes fun of my big toe
But he loves me though
I know so--
I also think the moon lights the earth cause' he told it to
I think he's the reason why the cows go moo
I think he's the reason why everything does what it do
And I think he knew--
That I loved him when he first came on the scene
I think that's why he stays so clean
You know what I mean
He knows how to make me feel like a lady
And he he never be actin' shady
He didn't ask me to love him, he made me
Cause' I think his heart is made of gold
His bruises are new but his pain is old
Or so I was told
He took my flesh and he began to mold.
I officially belong to him
And we both love to love when the lights are dim
And we don't care about them--
Or what they have to say
We do what we wish, and we wish what we may
And it's okay--
And we can sleep outside and be alright
We can hold each other just as tight
As the night--
Falls around us, and we can hear his mother
Yelling crazy things at his brother
And back to back we faced each other
Categories:
faced, happiness, love, passionme, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Even Honest Abe Lincoln admitted himself that he wasn't all that pretty,
But you'll be hard-pressed to find a president who was more witty!
During debates, Stephen Douglas called him a two-faced son-of-a-gun.
Lincoln replied, "If I had another face, do you think I would wear this one?"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
Categories:
faced, humorous, political,
Form:
Clerihew