Best Feint Poems
a dizain
Admire her casting, lines of silky floss;
survey as artist drafts her masterpiece.
Enclosing space invisibly across,
then single-handedly, she will increase
the center parts to form unseen valise.
A purse of unsuspected, vicious taint -
its straps in hand, she naps - a wily feint.
Artistic beauty flows, but will soon ebb,
when tender insects clutter her restraint.
Artiste awakes to wealth within her web.
Nov. 17, 2010
Categories:
feint, 11th grade, imagination,
Form:
Dizain
I feen for the calm, docile placed fire,
The ex in extra before an exit starts,
The urge to add dark, sultry desires,
An encore for vibrant, unsettled hearts.
I yearn for a jury’s continuance,
The exposed touch of Eve’s verbs repeated,
the safe flow of spirits, live tenderness,
I’m jealous of the crave undefeated.
But there is no end kept at this doorstep,
There is only the feint death of memory,
and while we may write love, and then forget,
We are the melted cry of symmetry.
Now there is unfamiliar morning that seeks,
And passion on hold, for dual minds to keep.
Categories:
feint, emotions, fantasy, love, lust,
Form:
Sonnet
~ Monotetra form ~
No man's eyes will ever conceive
the things another mind may weave
If this counsel you don't believe
You are naïve You are naïve
What lies behind a masked facade
is oft' unfit to praise and laud
Tread lightly when sipping pernod
Beware the fraud Beware the fraud
One cannot brush away with paint
the darkened soul that's ripe with taint
With deceivers do not acquaint
They ruse and feint They ruse and feint
From mesmeric masks turn away
Treacherous hearts tend to betray
A friend becomes a mocking jay
And you their prey And you their prey
You cannot lift the wicked veil
of the beast with forked tongue and tail
Though legions have tried to assail
To no avail To no avail
Categories:
feint, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
Fog creeps over me
like an over grown vine.
With a suffocating strength.
I am lost wondering aimlessly
in my minds imagination.
Shapes of ghostly memories
sweep past with startling clarity.
Then in the distance a feint light
beacons to my eyes.
Closer and closer,
it draws all concentration
until its too late.
There you are burning brightly
through the murky darkness.
The tears come unbidden but
within the blink of my damp eyes
you have past behind me once again.
Categories:
feint, lost love, mystery, nostalgia,
Form:
Blank verse
Tossed into the stormy ocean
when life struck another blow
brined, devoid of all emotion
lost child from Land of Goshen
drowning in the ebb and flow
dragged to depths by undertow
Blind eyes were opened to the past
of stains, blemishes carried long
feint with sorrow, my fate cast
gasping for air, I breathed my last
Lyrics pealed from Savior's song
absolving me for rebellious wrongs
Gentle hands touched my feet
binding chains of sin were broken
Satan bellowed and roared in defeat
"Taste blood's wine until replete."
Was the Son of God who had spoken
to me on the beach when I had woken
Life rescued by the kind mercy of Him
cleansed when I'd been washed ashore
He whispered to me, "You can swim."
Angelic voices rose in requiem
Echoes from above, then nothing more
Naked, but for the robe of white I wore
April 21st, 2017
Categories:
feint, self,
Form:
Rhyme
Love Captured on Film
You and me in that photograph,
time paused as each to the other we glanced.
Funny how the camera never lies,
as even then I could see the glint in your eyes.
I kept that photo locked safely away,
waiting for your return each and every day.
Thinking if I wished it and prayed with all my heart,
surely destiny would not keep us apart.
I guess over the years life took its toll,
as even your image started to look old.
Wrinkles appeared and your pallor grew feint,
as carrying you with me everywhere was a heavy wait.
Christmas was simply the loneliest time,
without you there to share the magic and wine.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks to years,
that photo started to fade as you disappeared.
No longer could I bear watching you slip away,
into a box out of sight I tossed that photo one day.
Little did I realize the photo froze with a smile,
as later you returned to keep me beguiled.
Copyright Elle Smith 2017
Categories:
feint, feelings, how i feel,
Form:
Verse
Feint
Heads spin
Ghost drifts time
Floating through shapes
Goal!
12/29/13
Categories:
feint, soccer,
Form:
Lanterne
Young Barred Jeff the hair once heired and was bard
from Barred Bare Camp cause when bear he was hard.
Neigh,said he in the bairn wear the auld stud nayed,
Owe, eye oh fare Merry her fair must bee paid.
Her fair's dew her an' eye'll faint with me stave.
The auld counselor feinted ass Jeff misbehaved.
My stave is like ewe just ask Merry's made
oar ask the yew in the dew; she'll bleat what eye said.
Barred Jeff maid a song witch told of his whiles
it went on two long wile marry Merry beguiled.
Know boatman with or, oar blacksmith can boar
wench better, he said, of this eye am sure.
Perhaps, a black stallion, perhaps a bold bore
butt, barred Jeff beared was the won who scored.
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Young Bard Jeff the heir once erred and was barred
from Bard Bear Camp cause when bare he was hard.
Nay said he in the barn where the old stud neighed,
Oh, I owe fair Mary her fare must be paid.
Her fare's due her an' I'll feint with me stave
the old counselor fainted as Jeff misbehaved.
My stave is like yew, just ask Mary's maid
or ask the ewe in the dew it'll bleat what I said.
Bard Jeff made a song which told of his wiles
it went on too long while merry Mary beguiled.
No boatmen with oar, or blacksmith can bore
wench better, he said, of this I'm quite sure.
Perhaps, a black stallion, perhaps a bold boar,
but, Bard Jeff bared was the one who scored.
Categories:
feint, funny,
Form:
Sonnet
Smooth wood
Worn by water and air
Never polished
Escaped by the hands that touched it
Ropes and tackle attached streaming up towards the sails
All foreign to a land lover.
When tied at bay she seems so tame and easy to control
But set her free among the briny sea and you will see what she can bring
And bring it she will and take it with pride and gusto
For the winds were made for her sails and masts that anchor them to the deck
The seamen go about their business as though in a dance or a jig perhaps
But one not for feint of heart
They cuss and scream and talk about ones mother all in a days work
Unless of course you cross a line then there’s trouble about
In the night of the galley or the berth were there may lay trouble can find a weak man
And leave him there till day.
But it only takes a warning for each man has a job to do
And without him that means more work for the others
And less sleep between call
So they sort out their business and carry on as one must
But don’t think you can sleep the day away and not get a lump on the head
For they are watching you and you them and never in between shall a man lay his head down before his time.
Now the sea’s rolls in and o’er the bow tis time take on ones rest. First call comes early and some men like it the best. I prefer four bells in the wee hours of the morn’
When the rooster crows if you can imagine that at sea and the Southern Cross is high in the sky. I’ll take my chance with the wind and the sea and see what God brings. And I’ll swing her around and head for the China Sea if that what fancies me.
For we have been on this ship for more than five years and yet to make land for a day.
A ghost ship you may call us. Lost at sea and never found. But our wood is smooth and berths are clean and we never lie about love and women. For Captain Peterson was an honest man taught us the books of the Lutherans. But we buried him in an island town about ten years ago. And since then I have sailed this ship to heaven and to hell. It’s time to rest and bring her to shore but now no one wants to leave. Our land legs are gone and the desire to walk with the weak leave us less than desire. So shove off again and head to the seas and I’m sure the wolf of the north wind will find us. And we will laugh and cuss till she brings us under.
Categories:
feint, adventure,
Form:
Narrative
He glances through the curtains as she leaves.
And he knew she was going with him instead.
Desperately he washes his soul of her but its for naught.
And he hangs each feeling on the line and the cool breeze.
She walks to the corner and gets into his car and flips her hair.
He always loved the way she flipped her hair and the body after a drink.
Her body would glisten with the sweat of his thrust and the bite on his shoulder.
The car pulls away and he watches the lights drive off with his heart and the bite.
The laundry machine moves like her and shudders and vibrates.
But she will return with food from the Chinaman.
Chinese food was how he knew.
She never ate Chinese food except afterwards.
The clothes lay fluttering in the night air as his heart dried.
And she came home with egg rolls and the feint smell of polo.
Categories:
feint, loss, heart, body, car,
Form:
Narrative
COPYRIGHT 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi
THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD...THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY...WHO ALONE CAN
SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
LORD JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF IS FULLY GOD AND MAN...AND HE ALONE...
IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven!
Johnny...those crystal blue eyes...have never lied!
The day a nation...fell in commotion...I nearly died!
Momma...dropped her pie...and Daddy...he just cried!
Johnny...you never lied...a velvet touch of hide!
Johnny...you're a...Satur-day...special!
The moment...you kicked your heels...was special!
The time you...skipped a rock...'cross three ponds...was special!
Johnny...you never lied...and to me...you're...always special!
Johnny...you got me in your hook...and...forever...in your book!
The twinkle in your eye...the tickets...they all...forsook!
A smile...a flash...a feint...and then...a clever crook!
Johnny...Football...you're my bible...and...then my book!
Johnny...when those velvet hands...take...only mine!
This plastic ring...is only mine...just...one-a-kind!
Beads and lockets...please...just...one last time!
Johnny...you never lied...wow...an all-time high!
Johnny...you'll...lite a nation...another...good 'ol time!
Johnny...you'll...lite my heart...just...one more time!
ALTERNATE:
Johnny...and when...your tired 'ol hands...take...only mine!
This plastic ring...you gave...only to me...was...just unkind!
The smile...in the locket...please...look...one last time!
Johnny...you lied...not I...but if you want...just...one more time?
Categories:
feint, america, best friend, boyfriend,
Form:
Ballad
Down the street at the corner, the sodium
Streetlight casts an eerie-yellow glow on the sidewalk
Below, a feint hissing sound emanating from escaped
Gasses. Up the stairs, just a few feet away, I'm narrating
A sequence of myself carrying a large kettle filled with
Chili, my look confident, my shirt spattered with
Bubbling sauce, unseen are the remnants of the
Bomb
Blast...blood-stained parts of a little boy's shoes, fallen
Off as he crawled home, not quite to the door.
Sleeplessness, a byproduct of artificial LED lighting,
Historians
Agreed
Where hand -held devices and
Computer screens disrupted tidal waves in our brains,
Leading to irrational decisions by our
Leaders, dooming
Civilizations not yet born,
New, 6-handed life forms were
Imported from other planets
Un-earthing gold and iridium, along
With relics from the 21st. century,
In an effort to more
Accurately erect memorials to a
Vanished society,
The
Chili
Was
Good
11/8/14
© james marshall goff
Categories:
feint, absence, , memorial,
Form:
Free verse
With each new day comes the glorious dawn
One more day to ponder where the time has gone
I marvel at this wondrous thing called life
Filled with experiences of joy and also strife
Looking back via memories both feint and bright
I retrace the steps of my life by dawns early light
Whether sunshine or rain be nature's greeting of the day
The mere idea of living takes my breath away
We exist in this place with nary a clue
Of why we are here and what we are meant to do
So we set the mysteries aside as answers elude the mind
And we go about our lives as if deaf, dumb and blind
And at the end of each day as we seek to escape from it all
Suddenly sleep sweeps over us and into dreams we do fall
The other world of dreams takes us on a surreal ride
To unfamiliar places as if the two worlds did collide
Then suddenly we awake and the cycle begins anew
And we struggle once again as we seek that which is true
But the new day has not blessed us with extrasensory perception
So the mysteries of life continue to weave their web of deception
Maybe someday after we have long passed from this Earth
The truth will be disclosed to us and we may know our true worth
Categories:
feint, life,
Form:
Rhyme
I Wait With Bated Breath...
(slack jaw froze mine countenance
when eyes blinded with figurative
daggers asper mistakes in original draft,
hence...this flood proof, fire resistant,
and fever reducing error free version.)
(yes...yes...yes, this rhyme
resembles a recent one of mine
from a previous time,
yet appropriating wands zone writing
haint no crime -
at least not yet!)
Okay bull heave me you,
at this moment
alm completely unaware
what the a muse zing
genie of poetic
inspiration will bring
possibly shelving what Calliope
holds in store for me,
meanwhile now
with impatience it ching
visa vis to discover
what this Earthling,
(albeit modest) will be amazingly
graced with pizazz, meanwhile aye fling
haphazardly, indiscriminately,
and jocosely blitz
krieg feebly attempting
to contrive ingeniousness emits
poetic prestidigitation in fits
and starts, sans "FAKE" wits
as this humble
human imperceptibly orbitz
around mister Sun,
(which about bajillion years
from now suddenly quits)
shining foisting misery,
where Nyx knocks
(paddy whack give
my dog a bone...) divinely,
knowingly and spiritedly visits
(believe me you) this trumpeting
stupid moron loser
forever doth taint
after this moment
(no need tubby saint
lee and suppress any quaint
gut wrenching chortle)
at what aint
no farce), nor literary feint
yours truly painfully,
sorrowfully, and verily avers,
he now lacks fire and fury
(as if nettled and docked by burrs)
nonetheless, which ambition
dust hanker mink thinks furs,
and foremost (Tom
morrow i.e. purrs
sues tha owl mighty,
where fame posthumously spurs
me amidst pantheon
of great writers
which dream dashed
into a million,
(no...no...no...not
bajillion this instance,
though good guess) pieces
abysmal silence replacing
(palimpsest like),
mine over active imagination whirs.
Categories:
feint, 12th grade, 9th grade,
Form:
Free verse
The flame that I once held
The one that shone bright
Within the ground will meld
On this merciless cold night
The empty night
Will flood with rain
Tonight I fight
Just to stay sane
Dimensions of pain
Will fill the sky
Within this rain
Hear my feint cry
The mistress will fade
The skies will cry
Diamond to jade
Ambition to die
Within that lost soul
Resides a key
Within her
I find me
Categories:
feint, imagination, life, love
Form:
Ballad