Best Fated Poems
The ignorant ones claim,
I'm full of petty problems,
a slave to the darkness,
but if only they had seen
how I've slaughtered
malicious demonic sea creatures
that slithered along my spine,
undisturbed nor provoked.
You are the singing sunrise
to my sultry sunset,
weaving silver sonnets
from beige ballads
seducing my spirit
into sweet slumber—
igniting nocturnal
Novembers with
crimson showers
upon sepia stems,
because It's no longer
the climatic chaos I fear,
it's the calm you've crafted,
continuing to be
my constant comfort.
Your devotion adds
color and clarity in my once
monochrome existence,
as you've polished
the dimmed stars in my eyes,
they now glitter like
shimmering fireflies,
a reincarnation
of the strength
from Freyja's tears,
after you kissed them
with your silken soft sagas.
When the days begin
to dawn upon dreary dusks
you've aromatized my
universe with summer scents.
Thor's thunder could
not demolish our
kind of spring as
our celestial spirits
float around the nine realms.
A part of you will
forever rhyme as
clusters of couplets
fated to be,
the rest of you flow
like simple stanzas
of empathic free verse.
As my story will make
Odin ashamed, and
Fenrir cry, so when all
the beauty of butterflies
congest my throat,
preventing me from
pouring dreams of
stardusts upon
your selfless quill…
always remember us
for the times we swayed
and enclasped into
our own silhouette,
running from the
stormy disarray of society’s
serpentines,
swimming in Satanic
sapphire seas.
Whilst the debt I owe
for your generosity will drown
me in endless poetry,
floating on metaphors
without blueprints,
keeping the vampires
from Beelzebub's door,
releasing me from the
chains of uncertainty …forevermore.
And so it goes. Seated, contemplative. A sudden cacophony abiding. Many floods ebb then flow; good/bad. Memories distilled, truth distorts. Folly found fair ‘gainst fear flames fanned. Shame ignorance opened, book bound veracity logged. Guardrails bent, bowed, betray. Step, then step again, mindlessly tumbling ‘cross lifescape willy, tilting nilly. Ramble shambles consequences unvetted. Year strategy unfolds unscripted. And then once more. The chronological avalanche swift recall swipes quickly to next. Where I have been, never again, yet reminiscent, always. Trails erased and failed anew. Aging days no longer brighter, burning coals dim to ash till heat demise.
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erosion attitude
season’s grind edges away
saves stack each upon each
Slovenly sorrows cause a blur,
Shameful shallows seep and stir.
He whimpers; a cowering cur,
Deathbed's deals, give-take, now occur.
Soul dried, bunched ball of prickly burr
Waste-of-time tears, goad like a spur.
Apologies, are but a slur,
Regrets besmirch like rancid myrrh.
Slanderers’ stooge, no amateur,
Souls sold, Evil’s entrepreneur.
Atropos to cut; F A T E S concur
Time to let loose this saboteur!
“Burn in H E L L”, said the whisperer…
Susan Ashley
July 28, 2017
~ Third Place ~
Contest: Early August Standard
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Fated to Love
Best to simply weigh the heart with a poppy seed
Counter balance on granite
All its rhythmical surging
Its expeditious life
Amounts to nothing
Better then, not to believe in its enchantment
For it is fated to love
And do little else but lead
To ruin
Well-worn to stop up your ears
Lest you hear its background murmurings
Brooding upon devotion
Lacking the power to change anything
But weeps constantly for dreams
Do not then, be deceived
For all the hearts will to achieve
It cannot
But burst inside your veins
Only half remembering what once you never held
Though its truth persists
It lays persecutory back against a lie
The heart would try
But cannot defy the world
Beware then my friends
For that muscular aorta pump and valve
Will lay you stark
And rend open beneath your ribs
And grant you no solace
Or escape
For all in the life of steady beats
It knows nothing of fact
And through your nights survival
Will stab at you with yearning
Brooking no compromise
It shall continue
Craving
Damnable heart I say
To leave me no place to rest
If I could but tear it out
For it taints my eyes with longing
Converting my hours for its keeping
Playing poker faced with deliverance
Trying to cheat destiny
With the price it paid to see me
Counting the cost in when’s
And when
When all the loneliness
Will end
Beware of when; then my friends
For that muscular ventricle pump and valve
Will lay you star-dream-gathering
And break open daily beneath your ribs
And yield to you no solace
But only escapism
Damnable heart I say
To leave me no place to rest
If I could but tear it out
In my dreams I think of you
And pray you're not too good to be true
Such loving, tender words you wrote for me
Is this love meant to be?
I want to try and stay asleep
Because while there, you're mine to keep
I need to know for sure
If you are my heavenly cure
Desiring love, I'll try once more
From your heart I feel love pour
While I always want to dare,
Know in my soul I'll forever care
I'm somewhat afraid to hope it's true
For I've been hurt by more than a few
Maybe you're my fated one
Sent to be my destined hon
The clock has struck.
It's way too late.
There are no thoughts left to pollinate.
The planet warms.
They've sealed their fate with
fires and storms, wars and hate.
It's way too late.
Six straight bottle of beers
Pick yourself up, walk in the clear
My last text was a revelation
Your response was a mere reaction
Of what comes for us tomorrow.
You built a barrier of cashmeres
A deafening silence calling for tears
But a smirk is all I can give
I don’t breathe agony. It’s not how I live
Truth sets me free, the cliché disabled you from me
You are now blinded by my reality
It’s still me, the weird girl you once fancy
I can only plead in silence
My words to bend the stereotype of my decadence
But this won’t keep me still, I need to pay the bill.
Our short memories will be my reference
A proof of being felt above the city of iridescence
Thousand miles apart
All I have is a pen and paper to deliver my heart
To a definite, saddening, heartbreaking end
Cheers!
This expires the vague collage of our happy trend.
When fate decides to bring you love,
Brace yourself for a profound tug.
For strings that bind your knotted heart
Will find they’re being pulled apart,
Opening up to reveal a rift,
Allowing tendrils of hope to drift.
Timidly taking those first few steps,
Testing the waters, feeling love’s depth.
As passion arises, erupting in flames,
You'll find your heart is forever changed.
TLH © 9-25-2012
Ill fated
Life was so smooth
until one condemned evening
They bundled her up in a van
and then took to a deserted place,
She could sense her misfortune
to their sarcastic smiles,
A sense of hatred and agony
watered clear in her helpless eyes,
Treated as a vegetable
for no fault of hers,
Stripped of her modesty
was it a male pride ?
Five of them and her subtle being,
not a stitch on as the body shivered bare,
Hunger for flesh, scarring the soul,
wonder her strength to survive that scare,
Not a human being, she was just a consume,
rights can we talk as insane hooligans roam ?
Pity them for the crime not so heinous ?
or punish for murder of the soul as well ?
Unconscious they threw her on road to die,
to hospital she was taken by a passer by,
There was no end to the ill luck,
label of a rape victim dumbstruck,
Inquests, courts and then the ugly game,
in name of law, it was such a shame,
Her bubbly heard bled, stabbing cry,
Ripped soul could heave no sigh,
An year now, guilty roam free as tears burst,
as if females are born to quench their thirst,
Why not teach our sons to respect ?
Ill fated or is it our bringing up neglect ?
Quick justice the need of the hour,
she is no lust, she is a man's power,
Can sons ever prosper at daughters' price ?
Hold the flame high against gender crime rise !!
Written Sept 12th, 2015
For Charlotte's "controversial" contest
dedicated to all brave victims- lost or won the battle, but have given a tough fight.
Rena knew she was coming, long before I did.
She was pulling at my heart strings.
She was glinting in my eye.
She was whispering to me in my sleep.
Telling me of the love she'd keep...for me.
She was waiting to be born.
Far off in the starry sky.
Why she choose us, I'll never know.
Our love had long since died.
The love she brought overwhelmed me.
It was so nurturing and complete.
Communicating telepathically.
Then every day "I love you mammy."
As soon as she could speak.
While at my breast, she was giving more
than she ever took from me.
Comfort, warmth, peace and pleasure.
A bond so strong, to this day we
know we belong together.
She's twenty now and although I am no longer "cool".
And I have put them through the mill.
Leaving daddy for reasons they may never understand.
The cord between us will never break.
Make no mistake!
'An Ill-fated Person Meeting His Loved One'
It snowed
And she appeared like the snow
She appears like the speed of a storm
I do not know when she arrived
Like a pleasant breeze
Why do I look for her somewhere else?
She is all wet in the heavy rain
The filth of the mind gets cleaned on her arrival
I get swayed when I see her
Why am I so?
The leaves have fallen dried
But she blooms at her fullest
Though this life is hers
Who am I becoming so covetous?
There is scorching heat, but she doesn’t sweat
She arrives like the hailstorm
But it’s me who sweat
Why am I so?
She smiles when we meet
She shies away when she sees
It seems my loved one sings and plays
But I go unmoved when I see her
Why am I so?
She appears in the early hours of the sun rise
But never disappears
And I keep imagining her
Why am I so?
She keeps saying, and I continue listening
It appears the life has begun glittering
And when I peep into her, she shies away
Why do I but peep to see her?
Those deer-like blue eyes
Tightened arms
Those movements of a cat-walk
And I wait her coming at the cross-road
Why do I wait her
When I do not know
The date and time of her arrival?
The God carved her
And showered his blessings
That the laughter and the joy be with her
Let no one do her any wrong
It has been ages that I haven’t seen her
But I can’t still forget her
Why am I so?
It snowed, and the snow melted
And then she rose
She bloomed and shied away like the storm
And then there is the scorching heat
I remember her in this heat now
I melt when I imagine her
Why am I so?
I don’t know why
I couldn’t get a sleep today
And there came a snowfall of the next year
I imagined a body like the snow
And thus my eyes opened
I met my loved one
What a fate I have?
Her legs staggered
Eyes wet with tears
Puckered lips
I could not tolerate the marks of lashes on her body
Why can’t I look at her
Even when I see her?
I heard to her sobbing voice
Exhausted shies and gestures
The snow melted unnoticed
And she too disappeared
What an ill-fated person I am
Meeting my loved one!
There was a young man called Alec, who always dreamed to be a top model
Front cover of reknown worldwide magazines was his most ardent desire
Modeling men fashion apparel and clothes in the most prestigious runways
Until one day, the life of the promising model changed forever in minutes
Alec tried for first time unlawful sustances to calm down stressed nerves
Destroying the brilliant career and personal life, ending in a human rag
Deambulating and sleeping in the streets, after losing his immense wealth
Finding death, after an overdosage of opioids, ending in an unknown
6-2-2016
Black, bloodthirsty, and hairy
Blood sucking bats feast upon the unwary,
Slurping up their blood like its a dairy
Creatures of the night vary
The wolf pack stalks its prey
Both throughout the night and into the day
Hungry are the nocturnal creatures eyes
Unsuspecting prey will surely come to die
Shadowy breathe flowing unseen
Disturbing the earth, dark essence capturing the scene
Covering like a blanket over the very sea
Running wild and and hunting free
Formed from the seed of love thoughts prime
a child was woven heroine
biblical prophetess in time
Deborah was such, a name chosen, mine.
Like a lightening bolt was she conceived
a joining of aspirant souls
seeking other primal roles
into a world of controversy she was received.
This fiery woman, a rousing Queen Bee
Debbie the mothering maid
the battle leader, judge conveyed
authority and responsibility hers to seed.
Compatriot of Moses she, from tribe of Ephraim,
Mother of Israel was she.
The equal of every he,
such is the burden given me from the Father of man.
Upon the shoulders a such a frail form
this mighty burden laid.
The outcome heaven made
for all of life is tested and the "bees" are born.
Blind sight in reflected face lye crumpets.
Taste-falling feet,crimson shrooms.
''Is this real?''Vanished truth.
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