Best Featherweight Poems
Many Americans, at least it would seem,
Win Megabuck lotteries, inside their day dreams;
What will I do now, with all of this loot?
I’ll jet far and wide, like a Rock Star en route.
And yet, there’s a man, at the head of our state,
Worth many vast billions—no weak featherweight;
Who could have declined, to avoid all the grief,
But instead serves us tirelessly, providing relief.
THANKS to the millions—‘Deplorables’ strong,
Who saw his potential, and sang his theme song;
About Making us Great, restoring times past,
Returning jobs lost with fair trade deals—at last!
Yet mainstream ‘the media,’ despise you and peeps,
Their Deep State criminal, lost to your sweep;
MAGA did resonate—you won handily,
Our thin skin now thickened, by their blasphemy.
In the end no collusion—just more of the same,
Fake news by leftists, with HATE on the brain;
So thank you kind sir, and please drain that swamp,
A patriotic act perfectly befitting...
...#45, PRESIDENT DONALD J. TRUMP!
Categories:
featherweight, america, appreciation, blessing, conflict,
Form:
Rhyme
A step too far, brings right of passage to a ledge
Fluttering at cliff walls, pushing life’s brittle edge
A sheer instinctive thrust, with no trust to pledge
Now or never moment, undermines fear’s wedge
A chick leaps off, flailing frail wings fail to fledge
Featherweight of hope meets a ten-pound sledge
Crashing straight down, no safety net to dredge
Next guy flaps like mad, landing softly in a hedge
Categories:
featherweight, courage, life, perspective,
Form:
Monorhyme
Emotions stir eternally enchanted,
each hurricane fades to a black sky.
The listless poet’s quill drips,
corralling every vibrant sunset.
Writing as old lyrics catch the air,
Say it to me again.. ‘Freefall!’
I don’t want to be disappointed
but I know it’s the truth;
Nothing will ever feel as good as you;
Strawberry-orange flavored orchestra,
citrus pizazz on your senses;
Each note meticulously blended,
what a sweet tart of a smoothie.
The next verse begins with ‘Sweetheart..’
Say it to me again… ‘Freefall!’
I don’t want to be disappointed
but I know it’s the truth;
Nothing will ever feel as good as you;
Featherweight feelings floating
in the air are gingerly swirling.
You want to capture them
right then they pop,
translating into something else.
Say it to me just one more time. ‘Freefall!’
I don’t want to be disappointed
but I know it’s the truth;
Nothing will ever feel as good as you;
It’s a welcome free fall you talked me into.
Categories:
featherweight, emotions, feelings, romance,
Form:
Free verse
Fallen out of favour
Dovecotes
Of arms
Flapping
The featherweight fight
A symbol's weight
May fluctuate
But the pigeon
Has always
Been a dove
6.27.2020
N/A Strand Completely New Poetry (1)
Categories:
featherweight, appreciation, bird, change, symbolism,
Form:
Free verse
He shook the blanket and it fell
Tumbling over all trees
Bouncing upon the hillside far
Now veiled unclearly sees
Golden sun behind the blanket
Bright rays illuminate
In straight waves of bright yellow light
Soon day rejuvenates
Roosters crow in dim light and damp
Their melodies supreme
The blanket settles in zizzag
Folks awaken from dreams
A stillness accentuates sound
Or the lack thereof
An eerie feel like the quiet
Before the storm above
As the dark featherweight clouds float
Black as a widow's veil
One ray of hope in the charcoal
A pink colored cloud sails
Finis' Maybe???
Categories:
featherweight, beauty,
Form:
Rhyme
waves crash mist and spray
touch upon lighthouse's strong walls..
lights steadily warn
lightkeeper's sturdy
rock home filled with light warmth love..
unharmed as storm passes
delphiniums bloom
their gauze blossoms withstand storm..
strength in featherweight
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July 15, 2012
Categories:
featherweight, imagination,
Form:
Haiku
As time flies, so her emotion swiftly fries,
As life frowns to dust, so her affection swiftly drowns to lust,
As love turns to coal, so her smile swiftly runs to the cold,
As sunset sets away, so her truth swiftly upsets the root of likeness, and erects away the boldness of trust,
but her hate doesn't rate me to roasted rat, because her hate is wingless, and no other can make her sweat and melt to hashes like I do.
Damn! I’m damned, if I get soak in her socking beauty,
Damn! I’m damned, if I get stolen by her golden smile,
Damn! I’m damned, if I don’t bench her lioness sex drive, I’ll infinitely feel less, like a quenched man.
Damn! I’m damned, if I merge with her chameleon cries and battalion kisses.
If I give in fully, just for the sake of ‘be a real man’, not 'a steel man',
my life will end up like the life of a North American bug, which inflicts painful bite on love and life.
When I transparently decide to give into love, all I get is:
Vultures smoking cigarette in an uncultured manner,
Kangaroo's doing Michael Jackson’s moonwalk in a live show in Cameroon,
Monkeys ordering for coffee, while wooing female donkeys
Zebras playing golf, with liberal views,
Lizards rearing Afro and trying to reawaken Lazarus from the dead,
Dingo's wearing costly tuxedos in Mexico, and speaking Spanish fluently,
Frogs driving Rang-Rove jeeps, in a foggy weather
Snakes wearing condoms to nibble into snacks,
Female Goats, wearing sexy underpants, to enable them float in a sinking Titanic boat
Bareheaded demons and bears drinking chilled bears together in a beheaded mood and using chilly pepper, to chill down their temper,
Horses babysitting housewives
I trip endlessly!
lost in a confused mood and temper, for she false me, she false me not.
I limp endlessly!
No matter how we try to put souls together to make our love bright and wealthy like the brightened face of Paris and the fat pocket of Las Vegas,
We always end up creating a poverty of love.
I have relentlessly tried praying forcefully for our love,
but I end up noticing that people, who aggressively pray the most for love, end up marrying angry praying-mantis.
I will just have to remain light-footed in love, and let her featherweight affections for me, turn to true feelings, or get carried away, because she false me, she false me not.
Categories:
featherweight, lost lovelife, me, hate,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
Fickle feckless floozy Florence Fay
Eliciting no sympathy or empathy from me
Amorous? Apparently with hundreds of others.
Tonight I cut the ties that have bound.
He can have you, I release you, I tell her.
Enthusiastic crying will not sway me one whit.
Releasing her will give me a fresh start.
Wedding vows were pushed on me by her three years ago.
Eager you were to wed me and my money, I remember.
I was in love with you, but you have ruined that now.
Gallivanting all over with every Tom, Dick and Jim
Happiness you seek has not included me in any way
Tonight I will enjoy a wife-less sleep, not worrying about where you are.
Categories:
featherweight, wife,
Form:
Acrostic
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Amongst the lilacs and the breathy spill of spring
lives a bird of hope that is longingly waiting to sing
he's a passerine of color rich and bright , a nestling,
a feathered friend, that chirps with every swing
Amongst the lilacs and the breathy spill of spring
lives a bird of hope that is longingly waiting to sing
he's a passerine of color rich and bright , a nestling,
a feathered friend, that chirps with every swing
Amongst the lilacs and the breathy spill of spring
lives a bird of hope that is longingly waiting to sing
he's a passerine of color rich and bright , a nestling,
a feathered friend, that chirps with every swing
A precious jewel thief who plucks my every string
while building up a habitat for little ones that cling
with sweet consent I do embrace their joyful bring
as I watch them soar, on powdered chestnut wings
Amid the noise of this world my haven has a gate
and while I sit upon a bench like a still Victorian plate,
he's flies in like the weather and he is never late
this tiny creature of the air, light as featherweight
Amongst the lilacs theres a breathy spill of spring
and a little bird of hope that sings and sings and sings.
5/24/2020
Categories:
featherweight, community, garden,
Form:
Rhyme
Mightily buoyed by cherished blood,
Brazen struts laxest wit undeterred;
And fair nobles her giddy vinos swill
Oftener than mild sips of ironed skill.
Sometimes charmed by gilded gold
Slack sense glues tighter than truth,
Icing to death the latter's warm hold,
Though it be sharp as reptile’s tooth.
Frequent wins heresy’s easy path
Grand crystalline Heaven’s wrath,
And fleeting mirths procured thus
At last become unmitigated curse.
Subtly hallowed by saint and priest
Sneaks warped reason’s sliest gist,
Oiled by figures on oaths deponed,
Sentinels of truth in bold ink toned.
Featherweight thinking finally weds
Strictest law under unspoken knots;
Neutering the former’s diabolic beds,
Desecrating the other's stern courts.
Categories:
featherweight, allegory, allusion, anger, evil,
Form:
Didactic
He records the works of his life, the ephemera
he once scrawled onto the tissue thin,
thinking them indelible blueprints.
Most were fables told to a dying legend,
Pastimes, that were chariot wheels
for his little red wagon.
He is an inventor of sorts, an engineer
of impossibilities.
He accumulates metallurgical oddments
for mechanical artifacts
that have no purpose or point;
contrivances with strange gears.
attachments that bolt on to
only missing parts.
They are pieces of an assemblage
made to represent an unknowable idea.
He structures these devises
on the leeched rims of endless visions.
His minds darkened workshops
flicker with the light of kerosene lamps.
He needs shadows and the gleam of
yet undreamed dreams,
he needs gaslight eyes
while shaping the formless.
Nuts, bolts, levers, and steam driven
small brass sprockets
for the calibration of improbable elements
are his articles of faith.
A life he once constructed
falls apart little by little.
He now searches for stronger,
less breakable mechanisms
to put together, no matter that they
serve no purpose, other than
to girder and frame
featherweight straws in the wind.
Categories:
featherweight, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
The weight of a smile,
Featherweight on the scale,
Light and merry heart,
Happily drifting away,
Unperturbed by the encompassing waves,
Unruffled by the crashing sea.
May 30, 2022.
Categories:
featherweight, emotions, happiness, heart,
Form:
Free verse
Extremely Fractured Footles.
Grose art
Faint heart
Write poem
Rhyme time
Compose song
Sing along
Opening night
Stage fright
Break leg Superstition
Big Audition
Ballet dance
On toes prance
Gymnast Cartwheel
No big deal
Tap dancer approaches
Kill those roaches
Featherweight fighter
Must get lighter
Jockey of course
Needs a horse
Happy Thanksgiving
Keep those turkeys living
Categories:
featherweight, dance,
Form:
Free verse
When I meet that time appointed, after,
I expect angels, a company from heaven's throne,
to meet me in that place unknown, yet known.
What once was darkened glass reflecting death, shadowing life,
becomes now transparent pane,
pristine this view of heaven's King, and God's abode.
My spirit unencumbered, featherweight without its mortal coil,
body shed, my soul entwined in angel arms,
to heaven's house takes wing.
Through heaven's eastern gate, unrestricted,
I enter with the angels a realm of radiance
hued with precious stones, as a bride adorned.
No more the strife of temporal thought, no more ache,
no more lament, no more fettered pilgrimage,
for He Who lights this heaven bids me home.
Categories:
featherweight, death,
Form:
Free verse
The apartment leaks footsteps,
it’s hard to avoid their featherweight padding.
Fabric and pith teach
walls how to speak;
fragmented recordings
that always threaten to utter
something intelligible.
Ears question,
closed eyes grope for answers.
They abide --- the indwellers,
they nightly rearrange,
whatever you thought was yours
as you daydream of being real.
Categories:
featherweight, poetry,
Form:
Free verse