Best Fined Poems
"Streams of Gold, Blazing Andromedas"
Engagement came at a cost
the written word read
and worn like a purple robe
to keep out the cold
stave the hunger off,
feed the soul eveything,
Everything, is what it wants,
silky words like feathers
tickle the closed throat,
the lips open the kisses
like envelopes
eternal sweet plumbs,
like losengers
in a glass swear jar
too many now,
innumerable,
judged and fined,
selected and sucked
unreasonably
for some kind longevity,
the life, for all it's worth,
in treacherous weather,
sometimes flounders,
pauses for a while
looking upwards towards
an empty sky searching
and waiting, for far away lost gods,
then uncomfortably dressed,
the robe, loosened, like a pagan,
the written word read
and worn on the outside
like a purple cross,
the stars glittering in
reflective windows,
the view immeasurable,
the external shell
disgarded and dropped
at the feet of absent minded
causes, the reviews smile
like wolves lost, they're
missing the red hoods,
they're missing
the real treasure,
the deep buried plot
the naked pleasure
of walking away
graces a certain freedom
priceless, like rare diamonds
entwined with diamantes,
who can tell the difference now?
twinkling like blazing andromedas
at the distant edge of their worlds
Engagement locked in at a cost
fresh water pearls
au natural, nothing
false here, the
kintsugi veins glow
lux vitae
in fig leaf stories
a naked life shining,
seen running in
broken streams of gold
the missing Page left opening
marked unopened books,
walks like a lost adventurer
through stories
that arrive on leaves
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Categories:
fined, muse,
Form:
Narrative
This time around, I will not scatter these grains
to land where the weeds might choke them.
This time around, I will collect these kernels
and take them to the gristmill in my head
to crack under all that weight and break free…
Turning while the other is static
Between these stones lay our thoughts—
(the bran, the germ, the endosperm)
Fibrous fertility re(de)fined.
Crushing each layer to smithereens
Grinding and grinding, round and round
Negligent space between these stones
‘til I can think no more.
I gather my bushel of milled thoughts (ground yet still whole),
add some yeast, sugar and water.
We rest and we rise,
we take the punches and fall,
but we embrace the heat and rise again.
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---I smile as I bite into my warm, buttered pan de sal
mesmerized by the sun, glowing in the east...
06042018
Categories:
fined, growth, introspection, sun,
Form:
Free verse
Early in the mourning she rose
She wood fined her boat
Wear she rose across the see two the sure
Their she mustard all her mite
And toad the boat on the beech
Butt if the thyme was write she tide it two a boy
She could hardly weight
Four she nose she will sea her suite sun
They wood sit on a bolder, brake sum bred
Then they eight a hole pair
Her sun called her a deer
He tolled her when he urns enough doe
Ore got sum tacks witch was dew
He wood by her a flour at the bizarre
Witch could be tide in her hare
The cent of the rows wood bee sew sheikh
One knight he said she wood prophet
If she past buy a different root
He new the currant could get ruff
The whether was no longer fare and getting two chilli
She road away into the missed
Aisle meat ewe next weak he balled until he was horse
He trussed he wood see her next weak
Only Homo’s ‘Aloud’ – Jerry T Curtis
23rd March 2015
~awarded 1st place
Categories:
fined, humorous,
Form:
Free verse
True Blue Music Lovers
Eyes squeezed, ears held shut,
When the Koto is plucked, and
Kimono girl shrieks in league,
After much sake,
The Zither is fined tuned, and
The Soprano is well dressed.
2019 April 29
*3rd Place*
Best Sedoka - 577-577
~~Lu Loo
Categories:
fined, analogy, appreciation, change, drink,
Form:
Sedoka
For once this is a poem that really happened to me a long time ago.
______________________________________
Sometimes I recall some deed of the past,
Why, that day I was really aghast.
I felt angry and humiliated
Decision taken made me frustrated.
I was just fifteen or so at that time,
A teacher considered mine a crime.
I was guilty, and easily distracted.
Outside I saw fireworks that attracted.
My teacher suffered from persecution,
He was strict, distracted no solution.
I was sent out of class, got reported,
Detention and conduct so distorted.
So there I was all alone in a class,
Punished by a maniac, harsh and crass.
I did not flinch but mutely bore it all.
Never went to his class despite his call.
Time passed all was forgiven, I was kind,
Thanked the lord my father was never fined.
Categories:
fined, memory,
Form:
Couplet
Underage drinking has taken its tolls on all the teenagers today, including the ones under
the age of 21. It's been affecting the minds of all young people for years to come. I'm
told that drinking too much alcoholic beverages, including vodka, can not just mess up
their brains, but will have lest them hungover for at least two days. What I really don't
like about underage drinking is when these teens are trying to put their own lives and the
lives of others. The parents should've been informed that there was going to be a lot of
underage drinking at all unsupervised parties. Everybody knows that all underage kids,
including the ones who are currently attending middle school, really shouldn't be drinking
alcoholic beverages, let alone beer, and they really shouldn't be using fake I.D.s to buy
liquor at any store possible. Those store clerks should also know that should they sell
alcoholic beverages to minors that they could be fined $500 and/or spend some time behind
bars. there's no way that these kids are going to be drinking a lot of drinks, filled with
alcohol. They're better off spending Saturday nights at the movies, at restaurants, or
with their parents. If these underage kids keep drinking all alcoholic beverages behind
the backs of their mothers and fathers, then they'll die of alcohol poisoning. Now I know
why I never drank any alcoholic beverages, let alone margaritas or wine. Now I also know
why I'd never gone to any of those unsupervised parties, filled with underage drinking.
I'd rather keep a clear mind than having a hungover head after drinking to many drinks.
That's why all parents should get involved in the lives of their would-be teenagers and
talk to them about underage drinking. And if this keeps up and all teenagers keep drinking
alcoholic beverages, including whiskey, then all of their parents will be in for a rude
awakening.
Categories:
fined, epicparents, parents,
Form:
Epic
Today's problems can't be fixed by legislative law.
It is our moral behavior that is our flaw.
For being a racist, you can't be arrested.
Even though it is their freedom, that is molested.
If you cheat in a relationship, you will not be fined.
Yet, you disgrace the race we built, called mankind.
This is leading to the downfall, all of us being divorced,
but for the one's who do it, in a jail cell, you will not be forced.
This next moral decision, divides us into portions,
but it cannot be held against you, if you have abortions.
I am hoping that my children are born in a time,
where these aren't sins, but against the law and a crime.
Categories:
fined, hope, life
Form:
Rhyme
(Maverick Free Verse about a true life Maverick)
hey, Mr. Editor, you got it wrong
labeling Allen West as Congress’s “Most Vulnerable”
misnomer
insult to his character
ambush of American troops planned
Colonel West fired shots near an Iraqi prisoner’s head
information obtained, ambush prevented
no blood shed, not even the prisoner’s
thankless military bureaucracy
forced him to retire
Colonel West proclaimed,
“The battlefield’s no place for political correctness”
“Don’t blow sunshine up my butt,”
Maverick West warned, standing his ground
refused to march
to a “Machiavellian Kumbaya”
had he been a West Point grad
West would have been promoted
adorned with medals
accolades for soldiers saved
soldier’s mother spoke out; see it her way
“I hope my son’s commanders protect him as Allen did”
behind a shield of political ties
Allen never hides
in a Democratic district this Tea Partier rose
disenfranchised Americans cheered
do you think West deserves
beatings from the press
watch your “Most Vulnerable”
rise to prominence
if this hero hasn’t earned his seat in Congress
Mr. Editor, tell me who has
* Allen West represents the Tampa area of Florida in the U.S. Congress.
In 2003, when West was a battalion commander in Taji, Iraq, he fired his weapon
near the head of a prisoner to frighten the detainee into divulging information about
a planned ambush. The detainee started providing information and the ambush of
American soldiers was prevented. West was removed from command and the Army
considered a court martial. West argued he acted to save his troops, was fined
$5,000, but was allowed to retire with full honors and benefits.
Categories:
fined, people, warpolitical,
Form:
Free verse
This old car written by a parky ,
I have a friend Denitia
A lovely lady she is
I rang her up one morning
To see if she was in
We decided to have some fun
In an old reck of a car
So off we went
With tools in hand to find this old car.
This car was for the crusher
It had no seats or wheels
But we put our heads together
And started to build
We worked on this old car all day
And found some good old wheels
We sorted out the puncher
And polished up the steel
They all come up such a treat
All sparkling with a gleam
And then when we looked with in the car
There was no seats to be seen
So of we went to have a fined
And there to our amaze
Was an old pink push chair
That will do as a seat
We needed a front seat
So that we could drive
She put it in excitedly
And decided she would drive
We realised it need a battery
And found one on the ground,
We checked it out
and to our surprise
It started up the car
We both jumped in, And of we went
Not knowing we're to go
And this old car went chugging along
And never let us down
The radio was blaring
The music so much fun
We sang along in rhythm
To the 70 s songs
We followed along the rd
And vagus did we find
It was all lit up and all aglow
With beautiful fairy lights
We parked the car,And wondered around
We had so much fun that night
There were saloons and bars
And dancing to ,all through the night
We had so much fun,We wanted to stop
But had to get on our way
We wondered back to the car
But we had lost our way
We both could not remember ,
were we parked the car
This poor old cars gone missing
It's a jaguar
It's blue and brown ,
it has got lots of rust
And has a beautiful pink drivers seat,
It sing all the songs that you can sing
All from the 70s
So if you find a car , that's blue and brown
And lots of rust you see
And that it's a jaguar
That sing along to the 70s
Please look after this old car
It's to good to be crushed
It won't never let you down
Even though it's full of rust
But we have never found it
It's gone from our minds
We just hope that one day
We will hear it coming by
We listen out for the 70s
The songs we so enjoyed
And prohaps one day we will remember
We're we left the car
Sue gage
Categories:
fined, car,
Form:
Free verse
He wanted to go and catch scallops
gets into a boat called a shallops*
He didn’t look at the time
And had committed a crime
It’s into the court he now gallops
Five thousand pounds he’s now got to pay
A ‘timely’ error on the said day
This ‘scallop advisor’
Just should have been wiser
This fishy story won’t go away!
Poem based rather ironically on a TRUE story in the Manx press today
http://www.manxradio.com/news/isle-of-man-news/scallop-advisor-fined-for-illegal-fishing
*a little poetic licence about his boat but a Shallops is a sailing boat used for coastal fishing
15th January 2018
Categories:
fined, fishing, humorous, irony, jobs,
Form:
Limerick
After guzzlin' beer Gus needed to pee.
He sought solace behind a nearby tree.
Before the judge he was fined,
To which Gus gravely opined:
"Where e'er you be let yer water flow free!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Categories:
fined, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
Sea the wight-capped waives rolling inn the see;
here the howling wynds, wile I’m standing hear,
whale and forme hi waives. Theirs eh jumping wail-
tale upp inn the ayre! This should make gneiss tail
two tel wen eye get holm. Butt now theirs too
blew wales inn wiaves- there water spouts just blue!
Whether getting worse, kneed two sea weather
it's my thyme too lieve since wynd now blows it’s
grate, whiled sounds awl across the see, witch great
allowed and shriek. Could bee, I’m knot aloud
write hear two stay- dew knot want gnus too right,
“Sum man fell inn the see and payed the some
witch cost his life from storms angry whiled which.”
Week legs mite make mi sync and fall; eh weak
wood pass before they fined mi with eh would
bored inn my grippe from roe boat beet and board
bye waives and whild wynds that kame and flue buy.
Eye no, its thyme too lieve, cum back wen aye
cee com, and eye can stay eh wile two sea
wails jump inn waives without the wynd’s whiled whales.
April 7, 2015
~2nd Place~
Contest: Only Homo’s Allowed
Sponsor: Jerry T. Curtis
Judged: 04/30/2015
(Homophones)
Categories:
fined, imagery, nonsense, word play,
Form:
Free verse
Half-term holidays are here again
Two weeks of not going to school
Uniforms are in the washing machine
Even though the kids think they're uncool
After two days they'll be fighting
And I bet this will strike a chord
In a week you will be hearing
Those three little words “Mum, I’m bored”
Holiday companies charge more
Than they do during term-time
But you can't take them away then
You'll get fined because it’s a crime
None of the kids will read a book
They're on the console playing games
They won't take turns on the controller
So they call each other names
Board games they got for Christmas
Have never left the box
They have no patience to do jigsaws
And they're too old for building blocks
I turn off the TV and say
“We’re going to the park”
By the time they get their coats on
It’s going to be dark
Eventually we’re on our way
And the park gates are in sight
A youth who’s loitering near a tree
Asks me if I’ve got a light
I tell him I don't smoke
And he gives me a dirty look
Then he mumbles a reply
That sounds like gobbledygook
When we get into the park
There's no apparatus free
It’s all occupied by youths
And two are carving on a tree
My youngest starts to cry
He wants to go upon the swing
The occupant waves his fist
Wearing a knuckle-duster ring
Another youth produces a flick-knife
Designed to look like a comb
So I usher the kids towards the park gates
And tell them it’s time we went home
Back at the house it’s time for tea
And no-one says a word
My eldest child takes my hand in his
And says “Mum, were you scared?”
I tell him that those at the park
All probably thought they were cool
They'd probably roamed the streets
Instead of going to school
He smiles at me and says “you’re right,
Now what game can we play?”
My heart sinks and I realise
They're bored after one day
I dread to think how bored they'll be
When it’s a six week holiday
Categories:
fined, children, mother, mother son,
Form:
Rhyme
Have you seen dudes feed their dates on straw or hay?
I have! I have been through the States of usa!
A society watched aghast at the Kentucky Derby
As the jockey got half-mast and Ken snuck into Barbie.
Now hand in hoof they trot along
Love's aloof, is it ever wrong?
So Ken was fined then he married that lady horse
Taken nine months carried holding baby Centaurs
I'm guessing the vicar's even sicker
The blessing of Love he delivered.
With softly diverted silken manes
From a Godly pervert hidden in Maine
They look nearly perfect kids, in their reins
They've got four legs like a table
You won't fit them in a second hand cradle
Their Dad is Short and Odd, but Mum's more switched On.
Would they be employed by Horse's Resources
When they were deployed to the work force
Would it be classed a win in the awful rat race
To have a stable relationship in a beautiful place
Paddocks of green, Haydock seems keen
I just hope they are tame with Neigh-bours
Why the long face? Smile your famous!
With that much dough they could bake thoroughbread
With lots to plough, they'll be well fed
Could his favourite drink be Red Rum
Would his feet clink when he wiped his bum
He'd definitely not be all fingers and thumbs
Not to mention what his wife says, about his tongue.
His life story mate you would have to witness
Cos no bookmaker could ever print this.
Categories:
fined, horse,
Form:
one day a cargo ship lost control
and crashed into a busy commercial pier
the determinant cause of the accident
was a lack of daily maintenance and care
for when things don't get the proper care and maintenance
an accident might occur, a possible catastrophic event
as everything man-made has a work safety history
accidents don't usually occur serendipitously
for anything to stay in good working, it requires a routine of daily care
like when It comes to worshipping The Living God, we must always be aware
that God gave us His daily bread, He provided us with a most glorious meal
a feast that we should dine upon until The Holy Spirit becomes in us instilled
don't think that going to church one day of the week you will get you spiritually fit
for there is no fast formula nor remedy you can take in order to get the Holy Spirit
what true worship can do for you
just look at any faithful Christian man
see how The Lord has worked in his life
then you might begin to understand
that living daily in the presence of God
will cleanse your heart and occupy your mind
true worship of The Living God
is a daily supper on which to dine
your salvation is in The Lord's hands
He's in control of everything
your situation is also dependant on God
plus what to the table that YOU bring
there is no short cut nor a quick fix
if you want The Living God to be in the mix
so maintain your spiritual fitness
stay fined tuned with daily prayer
and a heart that is true
meditate daily on the Living Word
and see what true worship can do for you
Categories:
fined, devotion, faith, happiness, inspirational,
Form:
Narrative