Best Forestall Poems
Recycling ourselves endlessly, we are the givers of life for all.
A misconception is that we bear the shape of a tear.
In fact we are flat although from the side, we appear
Nearly round, as from the sky we fall.
Dropping gently as showers when we are small,
Reveling in pelting the earth when we are large, we can be something to fear.
On land we can cause floods. Driven by wailing wind, we are a squall.
Petrichor, our scent so fresh, we hope that you at least recall
Subsequent to our appearance, which no one can forestall!
Black Diamond Night
Life is a cruel wench, a beckoning tramp, she is.
Sprawling wide open to draw us into her erotic nectar.
She whispers lurid words which promise to forestall
The imminent erosion, of illusionary perfection.
The promise of a tomorrow? Few have the inherent structure,
To challenge her guile, humming quiet, sweet victory.
Only the ancient one, who hides beneath our vision,
When wrenched from the rock, is still perfect in her imperfection.
Dawn loses its battle to dusk, and returns again to be defeated
In an endless, biblical battle. The waves wash up on the shore
Wrenching the sands from pounded beaches; only to spew up
Again and be dumped ashore by the evenings rushing tides.
I lie on my back, on a beach, gazing up at dark stars,
On this black diamond night, sadly, wiser.
Brenda Molmod Atry 8/14/2012
The Wall
Just another brick in the wall
One by one by one
Trump thinks he has won
His wall is narrow as it is tall
His wall seems in fallible
His rhetoric rusts and soon will crumble
His wall it will not fall
For my army shall make it ever taller
For I have a message I wish to make clear
My army I send, so listen to this message dear
We shall march up to your wall of division and fear
With paints and markers and messages to forestall
Any hate you try to install
We are the children
Who write on the walls
Bringing hope and love and white doves from above
We have bullets filled with hugs and love
We shall drop bombs of smile filled hopes
We are the ones, who say no more
Our wall is a painting of our innocent love
Of mankind, and all races god created from above
Imagine
Such beauty and harmony
Imagine
Accepting Pain
By Dane Smith-Johnsen
Accepting pains,
I fain life becomes troublesome.
In Sun or rain
As days of great helplessness come.
Praying remains,
Sustain hope that hurts shall soon go.
Forestall complaints.
Watch faith with great endurance grow.
Go not insane
Nor spend thoughts on self-pities lure.
And be not vain,
Dwell not on aches without a cure.
Jesus the Christ,
Pain and death without protest bore.
Kingly gifts, myrrh
Scores of sins roared upon Christ's door.
God's Begotten
Willing, complaint-less, crucified.
A mortal man
Suffered pain and shamefully died.
Soon pain shall pass.
Living truths prepared souls procure.
God judges last.
Trusts, take comfort as pains endure.
ã October 31, 2009
(Dedicated to all that suffer with the
mental and physical ills of mortality-
Never give up!)
THE POUND
He looked at me with cautious eyes
As I walked by his cage
The white whiskers on his face
Attesting to his age
I wandered down the row of strays
Looking at them all
In hopes I'd find the perfect one
And ones homelessness forestall
There were several that I liked
Most jumping at their gate
Telling me how much they'd like
To escape their current fate
But somehow I could not forget
The old guy by the door
He wasn't cute or young or spry
There was something more
I went back and took another look
While he just sat and stared
As if to say I can't believe
That maybe someone cares
There was a sadness to his face
That stirred something inside
I knew he'd traveled rocky roads
Before being cast aside
This is the one I told them
He's going home with me
Put a collar on him
And I'll go pay the fee
And as I took him home that day
I knew right from the start
I had gained a faithful friend
And he had claimed my heart
Placed 2nd in Francine Roberts Pick A Pet contest
Elusive being sought by far and wide
Seen by many unresponsive to our call
As veiled, elusive vacillating bride
Apparently intending to forestall
Don’t look for Holy Spirit up above
Nor in the dark of night in call of prayer
That being portrayed as a Snow White dove
Comes not with feather born on breath of air
Could it be our signal error in this quest
Is our focus on external source of blessing
Wishing ever hopeful answers to request
For unwanted situation - a redressing
While The Holy Spirit hidden by our sin
So close to be unseen is deep within
3 December 2019
What is the journey of a tear
Where does it begin
The thought that I may lose you
That you could leave
I feel these pools of sadness swell
As sorrow glistens
My eyes about to overflow
To not forestall
A single droplet breaks away
To realize its due
As heartache overtakes my soul
Torment rushes fear
No more to hold, my anguish flows
I still think of you
To sob away and feel my tears
Fulfill their destiny
Choose wisely your what guards your heart; for we are products of our environment.
Written: October 21, 2023, For Miranda Hawley Contest
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We must mightily mold matches in this life.
Actions must be taken to forestall strife.
We stop at every junction to demarcate.
What we decide will determine our fate.
Our upbringing has a significant impact on us.
Those who belong to us shape our solid fuss.
Be wary of who you let into your inner circle.
Because their vitality could be a hurdle.
You should stay away from the negative.
Things that are poisonous and deceptive
Smacking serves the strength to spread.
And impel your emotions to grow in dread.
Avoid those who induce stress at a distance.
Who twists a grin into a gesture of riddance?
Wrap yourself in a quilt of affection and rely
And witness your spirit soar across the sky.
In the rising sun,
Coming down by the mountains,
Echoes the sirens of seas.
Teaming with all life
Were clouds of foul defilement
Shifting torrents to crimson...
Metal vessel floats,
Tainting with slow corruption;
Flora, fauna, disruption...
Hopeful sakura
With leaves falling, vanishing;
Whales sprawling from erosions.
Trying to forestall,
From corrosions nature squalls.
Dying, perishing pleura...
*Collaborative with J.C.M.C.*
Cool withdrawal from love
Do not think that I love you less
Than when at your mercy I lay
But to forestall the sad distress
Of forlorn love, I keep away.
Pipe dreaming for everything
Which I have known to be your traits
Your image to my fancy bring
And makes my age-old wounds to spate
But I do swear, and never must,
Your self-dispelled man, trouble you
In case I break, you may distrust
The oath I took to love you, too.
I have withdrawn myself from love
To make both of us safe, my dove.
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September 25, 2014
Form: Sonnet (tetrameter)
Dr.Ram Mehta
Eighth Place Win
Contest: Structured Verse by Giorgio V.
Football, volleyball, baseball, softball,
Racquetball, handball, basketball, hardball. . . .
There're lots of sports in the world you play with a ball,
And you can't play any of them if you're an oddball.
If you want to be good at any such sport,
You've certainly got to give it your all.
No such sport is as easy as playing with a snowball.
Choose one of those sports and pay all your attention to it.
If you don't devote your energy to it,
You'll surely fall into a downfall.
Before your practice, you shouldn't take a highball
Or any other kind of alcohol.
If you do, you may get into a pitfall.
During a game, there're numerous dangers to forestall.
If you don't take enough care, you may rush into a sidewall.
Or you may even get your head crushed against a stonewall.
Be on guard not to catch cold during a snowfall.
If you make any such blunder, you'll end up being a goofball.
After your practice, take a good rest, which is a real cure-all.
Whenever you feel dry in your nose, use a spray of aerosol.
If your girlfriend is with you, ask her to put on a camisole.
If she's a beautiful girl from Nepal,
Have her use a brilliant orange parasol,
Whose design reminds you of a refreshing waterfall.
If you feel uncomfortable kissing her,
Try some toothpaste with xylitol,
Perhaps with a little bit of menthol.
That may remind you of your ex-lover
Who spoke beautiful Provençal.
When you think you've eaten too much,
Start watching your level of cholesterol.
If you don't, you may be no better than a neanderthal.
If you do, your life will get back to a pastorale.
Well, I think that by now I've told you all.
(June 28, 2015)
Memories mark moments of time, passing like a carousel
A bitter day in January Challenger exploded
Hopes for the future of our space program quickly eroded
Recalling the fate of the first teacher in space, on sadness dwell
On a November day in Dallas, nineteen sixty-three
Camelot dreams collided with bullets, a president died
Who’ll forget where they were when they heard the news and sadly cried
Benchmarks, dates circled on calendars, time passes as we grieve
Two thousand and one an attack befell New York’s twin towers
Were you one of many who watched the second tower fall?
Have you wished to travel back in time and these events forestall?
Cycles of life and death recorded, buds that bloom black flowers
Such are the transcripts documented in every human heart
Moments in time that change the course of history as we know it
Reminders of tragic events and acts that mankind commits
In the cyclical sense, they’re but slivers of a vast pie chart
*Entry for Barbara Gorelick's Enclosed Rhyme "Time Contest"
I've traveled this celestial ball visiting many places of beauty and renown.
My world travels are over, but there is many an American city and town,
That I really pine to visit before I cease to function and cash in my chips.
I reckon you could say these places are on my bucket list for country trips!
On my grand tour I will visit Tick Bite and Lizard Lick, North Carolina.
While in the area I'll see Shoofly and also Spider Web, South Carolina.
On the way to Texas I'll visit Turkey Scratch and Toad Suck, Arkansas.
In the Lone Star State I'll drop by Buffalo Mop, Cut and Shoot and Hee Haw.
I'll visit Bean Blossom when I swing through Indiana, the Hoosier State.
In Ohio I want to visit Spunky Puddle and Knockemstiff on the same date.
Just a short drive south, I don't want to miss Monkey's Eyebrow, Kentucky.
Hopefully, I can travel to Monks Misery, Maryland the same day, if I'm lucky.
Since I'll be in the vicinity, its a short drive up to Pennsylvania to Intercourse.
Then on to Cricket Corner, Vermont and Hell Hollow, New Hampshire, of course.
Heading west through Colorado I want to see Punkin Center and Cripple Creek.
I'll take a side trip to Bug Tussle, Oklahoma, for more excitement to seek!
While in Washington I'll take the opportunity to visit the town of Opportunity.
And down in Oregon I'll make a special effort to visit Scappoose and Sublimity.
Lord willing, I hope and pray that there will be nothing my tour to forestall,
Then I can truly pass in peace and say that I have seen and done it all!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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NOTE: This is a fictional write written with considerable tongue in cheek. It is not be taken seriously. A lot of the stuff I write is written for the pure fun of it but a lot of comments I receive think I'm dead serious! The names of the places are real, however, and I wrote it purely for entertainment! Enjoy.
A lone tree
Used to stand proud and free
In a meadow its shelter we sought
But now bends its old branches in a parking lot
In the bridge between city, country it got caught
Its now part of the newly built mall
Growth, no way to forestall
Urban sprawl
Barbara Gorelick
5/13/14
Bridges contest-trois par huit
Nobody would call me a champion of subtlety. My folks
would probably say I'm akin to a fox. With dubious intentions,
they would forestall the ethereal meanings of my existence. I
could cry to see my life pried from the hands of a god.
I am a vision reflected from their burning gaze. They fear
the animal that they loosed on the world. With obvious trepidation,
they would forsake the hammer of justice I surely deserve. I
could cry to see my life pried from the hands of a demon.
Broken verse
This, the chapter's close
Foolish youth