Best Foils Poems
Featuring: Keith :)
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Fresh sand garments
The Mental Colosseum floor
Self-infliction's--waging wars
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~ AND THE POEM BEGINS ~
A mask, tiny holes
Breathing heavily
Dancing around my toes
Broad carbon steel
Safe behind my will
Equipment of revenge
Fencing the world with my eyes
I bow, with the morning dew,
My mind a dual in its own world.
When the curtains lift,
I prepare myself with a weapon--
Epee Crest to protect my chest
A sword sharper than fangs
I circle my blade around the door knob
Ready to face the world
Practicing --in hopes today, I won't retreat
“Fencers ready!"
ATTACK!
A magical knightress
Painted in white
"Let's dance!"
~ THE SHOW BEGINS ~
Queen Amri "VS" The Damsel
Wishing it was over
Stainless steel echoes
“Every poke counts”
Hoping & Taking
No room to disengage ---I retreat
Peacefully I secure my stance
On Guard!
I lean in, I disengage ---I flee
Back again, I lunge
The Queen is too smart to retreat
I -Amri, parry away from the argument of the lunge.
Recoil & Double tapped
In and out….. I'm struck
Boldness---
Back to the drawing board
On guard, I stand like a statue
Out of breath; feels like I'm dying
Yet I am still fighting.
The Queen knows what to do.
TODAY~
I Yield, She Wins!
Raising our foils
---At the on guard of another day
I move in swiftly, cutting like razor blades
Using refreshed energy
24 / 7
I attack, She provokes!
Sand runs its course
Victorious against the queen
Touch – tied – triumph -- Touché
Standing on my own 2 feet
I am the
-Grand Finale Show-
Conquering The Battles Inside
TODAY~
-I WIN!-
by; PD
A Montague. A Capulet.
‘Twas at a masquerade they met.
Two strangers caught each other's eyes
as strains of love began to rise.
Upon a courtyard balcony,
amidst the angst of family,
‘twas there the pair professed love's need -
though Kismet's kiss would intercede.
Alas, the banes of passion bleed -
resolving gest through tragedy.
The foils of fate singed hot as coals
yet death would reunite their souls.
Two hearts in heaven overflow -
One Juliet. One Romeo.
Today there are no eyes on me,
a puzzling curiosity!
Whilst riding through the town most days
so many eyes are wont to gaze -
admirers of my fine fetlocks;
my handsome withers, hooves and hocks,
my finely groomed and lustrous mane,
the smart red garb that foils the rain.
For I was bred for royalty;
Milady loves my loyalty.
Her husband is the Magistrate -
most days townsfolk enjoy my gait.
Today she rides with cool aplomb -
none look, except that tailor, Tom.
Why stare as though I wore no clothes?
Perhaps Lady Godiva knows.
Did I ever know that I would be born?
Did I decide my psyche and physique?
Why is a rose shielded by a sharp thorn?
Providence creates each creature unique.
I think of building a castle for me.
I end up assembling a thatched hut.
When I, like a sparrow, wish to be free
An unknown force, from within, keeps me shut.
Untimely rain signs on the summer breeze
Floods and droughts play tragedies unannounced.
Earthquakes shake the inmost shrines of the seas.
Divine verdict is wordlessly pronounced.
Events, like gift foils, wrap my existence.
Existence, in turn, is wrapped by Providence.
The tracks of life are set for replay
But we clear our path with might and goals
Sprinting onward come what may.
Looming clouds in our day
Threaten our sunshine, black as coals-
The tracks of life are set for replay.
If golden sunlight’s our pay
We grow for the race, just like foals-
Sprinting onward come what may.
Sometimes we glow from a beaming ray.
Who often foils our best laid goals?
The tracks of life are set for replay
We know the rules and follow them all the way
And carefully run for our souls
Sprinting onward come what may.
Great men and women all made from clay
Some are false starters some are moles;
The tracks of life are set for replay;
Sprinting onward come what may.
Seeds with butter or caramel
Beads of food, pops all in marvel
All pops and booms, scent that you smell
Popcorns of you, you chew and tell
Oil drops, olive or vegetable
Pops and hops, hot on the table
Salted or plain bops, rolls so well
Popcorns of you, you chew and tell
In boxes or foils, packed and sealed
Flavors of fun, kernels are peeled
Glass bowls or paper cups that sell
Popcorns of you, you chew and tell
Popcorns you keep and love so good
Freshness you peep, covered as food
Softness in you, you praise not quell
Popcorns of you, you chew and tell
My coat streaked in shades of brown
My home borrowed in the ground
Cheeks full with summers plunder
Winter is coming will there be enough I wonder
Nuts and seed are enough to please
For these I gather with expertise
Shucking and shelling to reveal my foils
Carefully tucking them away so not a one spoils
They say I'm a mammal small in size
I say please don't chastise
For that little debility
I make for with speed and agility
For I am Chipmunk
Not some little punk
Beyond the trembly weald to glassy glane
beneath the wooden breath where thoughts remain
'twas a harkened land called Wordingtane.
The Wizard of Words ruled this land
in grips vernacular he had sturly hand, gimbly grand.
None in Wordingtane fair match for him
he needn't fiat, he could whim
his ekel pronouncements in spelling fusion
for peasants quiet conclusion.
Speaking by riddles it's easy to say,
save a fool, the perfect way.
Long swiffen over time to mumbly masses
in rhyme, it nestled in just fine.
Amber all who would argue
fribbled and frambled tied up
and scrambled, brains rambled,
fell off trillig tracks while
simpering sloggers couldn't get back.
The Riddler tacked to try who came
from afar he posed an answer assert
that vored in abyss and he lost his head.
"No place for his hat", the Wizard said,
"That was that", the crowd anored
in callactic dord their cries flayed
and all obeyed.
Then the Fiddler spun his music trick
and the Wizard metered in time,
felled him with a trocken rhyme.
Then proclaimed the silly Fool
entered his aclaim so tangled a wordmess
he'd profess, using words unheard,
the Wizard unslurred, spinning in a web.
So rilly and rich the "Wiz" confused began
a twitch to twitch he did till flabbergast
through the night till morning past.
Whence he fell asleep at foolish feet
with his verily own vorpal blade in hand
the Wizard's head, in a wreck left his neck,
and the fool would rule in grim humor
this land to tell so trundly true,
the end 'twas justine jewel.
Now the sky is bright, land just right,
'tis the wave whilst the Fool did fight
and twisted foils stretched in hand
he won his refrain, startling reign.
The Thought of You
Alone in her room she poses to stare
In her spherical mirror devoid of all clothes
Her lithe body strides over to pick up her dress
And drapes it against her admiring his gift
Her disheveled hair emblazoned in rows
A tendriled tiara , a queen de la vie
Unassumed beauty and a pert smile to charm
Eyelashes that flutter revealing her eyes
Of hazel that glow and blend with her hair
Her transparent dress embedded in foils
That glow from within when her heart rate will rise
He has been blessed with the love of his life
She entered his sun and his joy shineth bright
She Sits Alone Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper
August 6, 2017
Her 'Verses on Schizophrenia' was written
while both of us were immersed in Gauguin's
yellow ocher smudging the eves in Tahiti
on a bankrupted canvas throbbing to suck pigments
each stroke ripping the foils of rustic mystery
unfolded fathoms of emotions undeciphered in her skies
eclipsing the tulips of reason,erosioned roots underneath
her gaze was thrust on an ivy stretching hands
towards quivering wind perplexed to hide somewhere
paraphrased each pulse in to the prose of dead tissues
Her 'Verse on Schizophrenia' lies on the table
A meteor crosses through the heart of a syllable
I stoked every fire echoing into the mouth of arthritis?
A rhyming balm develops epileptic quasar fear?
If so, will he enter arbitration “Sold Out”?
Sleep wills She to cocoon beside you, Artemis?
Resplendent fallow flowers ecstasy coriander?
Do we sate the moons of Jupiter?
Funnel Now beyond we murks dilating clouds gyrating?
I need love like our drama needs psychosis?
You remind it to aero, dowager, misty care that casts off where?
Are they splicing cylindrical a lone fire there?
Will baby’s breath copula and inhale the death throes’ stare?
Does it resist and pre-exist and alter this “it's fair”?
She shall unwittingly play Duo, and I the tambourine savior?
Commit dune larks command speech donkey knives fine dream eyeing?
You know how to reveal this delicious Necronomicon?
For the efficient haven't need of heat?
That crack in her skull’s provisionally neat?
If only a soapy mouth were The Key to the ATM Machine?
Did they witness the machination of roses pinwheel like Gene Kelly?
Can a joke slit a garrulous throat?
Do somnolent cars fill up on dark shofars?
How do caravans we collate solace in that Field of Mine?
If they nod will it She while on this turn, southbound daffodil urn?
Are we fish Absalom?
Crib conspirators he marshes in poison?
Anachronic foils arsenic royales docile incomplete Iliad catacombs?
Burning salad oceans?
And if only he and this nickel could…fight?
Wishing jamboree sipped on this wood and night?
This toe of Talos—all that’s palindrome—he will ignite?
We are the sum of all say I, that intertwines our souls,
Accepting life, as we do take, the toils, and spoils, and goals.
These toils taught, we all must learn, as futures to provide,
To all our young, for everyone, their lives we help decide.
Decisions made, some with haste, and problems do occur,
Perhaps be wrong, perhaps be right, for all, we must endure.
Endurance is strength, and carries through, all of us with time,
Months will pass, the days are endless, but light will eventually shine.
As with all, this life we lead, we’re blocked as we do travel,
The wall before us, can be passed, through hidden doors unraveled,
Clues abound before our eyes, clearest of thought will unveil,
The time to be told we will not know, until wind grasps our sail.
Pushing forward through this life, with all its toils and spoils,
We gather strength every day, knowing of its foils,
But family sees, family knows, family cares and waits,
Our family is the sum, of all that we are made.
Tonight, the full moon blooms
And foils the looming gloom.
The remnant doom from noon
Has lost it's bullish tune.
And embraces dusk's eerie cool.
The village square it illuminates
Arena of moonlight tales of late
The little ones gather and wait
While the elderly engage in debates
And the goats noisily ruminates
The bright night, lights sparks
Of bliss and joy in trees' barks
The tall iroko whistle in parks
Where young lovers end their tracks
And skimpy skirts lose their tacks
The son of perdition frets unsure
The thief in the night fears exposure
The pirate sailor steers from ashore
The night fisherman denied action
For the kind light bathes the ocean
Tonight, the full moon beams proud
As the town crier makes his round
Belting forth a piercing sound.
While the town's chorus echoes loud
The stage is set for the yearning crowd
It was the Halloween Ball
In the season of the fall
A mysterious bachelor called
To the attention of us all
The biggest mansion party
The cooks food is hearty
The host is definitely tardy
For most of his own party
The musicians play the last dance
The men try to romance
But don't stand a chance
For the host is here! They glance
To a man dressed in black wear
In Old Spanish attire bare
The women began to stare
For he was a young stallion, a Mare
From a top the stairs he walks
The ladies gather to stalk
The man who doesn't talk
Like birds they came in flocks
He wore black clothes and a red sash
White trim and a black mask
To find a dancer is his task
But who will he ask?
The only girl not drawn to attention
Is sitting alone no words to mention
He takes her hand There is no tention
Soft as a doves wings a cool sensation
The proceed to the middle of the floor
She doesn't know what's in store
A lot of musicians come in..there is more!
Some of them rich, some are poor
He takes his tunic off then starts
The music is written from the heart
The stand at attention far apart
Then the solo with the silver harp
The drum beat starts going
They come together emotions flowing
His risque' dance he is showing
To her mind he is boasting
They move and dance like magic
For five minutes the song's romantic
The crowd watching in motionless static
The songs end was very tragic
The last beats were hard to miss
They drew close and started to kiss
For her it was a mystical bliss
His every movement caressed her lips
The awkward silence he starts to leave
The young lady can hardly breathe
She starts to faint...she can't see
The wings appeare and she falls asleep
The girl awakes in her bed it seems
In her school clothes it was only a dream
The sound of water foils the scene
Her eyes still blurry it's hard to see
She wanted this for real
Her heart is sealed
Then fate will have to deal
Her new loves appeal
She notices something on the ground
It's the wings and mask she found
And a CD blank is bound
She puts it in and the sound...
Is the unforgettable song
It was to her so long
But there was something wrong
Where did this come from?
In the CD case is an Old Engligh letter
It said "Undoubtedly for the better
I am gone with the weather
Your kiss I will always remember forever and ever
The stubby brown pencil
Will it make some marks?
On the white blank sheet spread
Where thoughts can be stored
To ponder over backwards
Amid avalanches of motives
Often habitually sliding
In moods of darker futility.
Finding solace in crumpled sheets
In foils of curtain hung around
The window that helps to preview
Some dimensions beyond the
Stagnant waters of the constants.