Best Forfeits Poems
Winter let's us hold our breath,
and pause just inside the door,
we spend more time at window frame
watching the snowflakes fall.
The slumber of trees and cars
softens the noise on our ears,
we slow, inhale, exhale, and wonder
how every snowflake is formed.
The painted days of softened hues
blues on grays and faded yellows
are an artist's muse and a friendly cue
to wait for the coming of spring.
Every hurried step may lead to a fall,
every hurried kiss may lead to goodbye
every hurried minute forfeits the surprise
of crow squawking or coyote sniffing
at the base of your door and the base
of mind where questions need research
and answers are hard to find
and death and forever, wait like hunger
to leads us elsewhere, lead us forever
into the embrace of new, will we survive?
Categories:
forfeits, seasonsmay,
Form:
Free verse
You look at me and I g e t l o s t
You look lost
You STAND before me in lust
I lay down below you in love
I talk too much..............
I l o n g for you to listen
Instead I hear a DEAFENING silence
You stutter a staccato.. s i g h
We volunteer play pretend prisoners....... s e e k i n g
To navigate stay captivated…… until
Escaping through a [hidden] trap door
Freedom forfeits reason and the ransom that was you and me
‘he’ stands before ‘she’
Misunderstanding “me”
She lies she forgets The truth he remembers
The news about us
Rewinds as we watch….
You preview a forecast.... de je vous….......
Pause.. my predictions - press replay
I will not harden my heart-sow the seeds to soften your soul
You rescue me - I save you
The danger in you deploys the safety in me
And then finally you see…………………………
you finally see me.....
Categories:
forfeits, africa, emotions, imagery, poetry,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Posed such, in its formidable array
would guess that all protection in refer
not deem my soul respectively, relay
but from some archway's character of serve!
That guard of my esteem, not turning gray
is from some inner peace, not just of nerve
the loyalty I've bridged by my own stay
now chances not its entry as conserve.
For naught the times, nor beckoning's concur
that shoulder decorated stood its ground,
some rite of passage, measures not impure
or guesses at my fancy, or my frowned!
How steady in some answer of reserve
would guarantee its effort, so unbound,
that resolution's comfort not deserve
or its entailment daily ne'er impound!
Is freedom such an answer, I not need
when life holds such encumbrance up her sleeve,
prescribe me not, in entities concede
but brave begot ~ a childhood of bereave!
The Sentry, grasp the plot ~ remit, receive
to bear it all, a blossom of Faith's core
that from behind, attacks are so conceive
the narrowing's remind, an open door!
The harrowing of purging not refined
a net of undeniable content,
the message straight from cowardly assign
and from its framework, instigates resent!
That Hell be guarded once, and so confined
the nature of the whore that so compels,
is tempting of man's nature, so inclined
and reconciles its effort, "all is well!"
And so it be, prerogative regress
is functioned only lightly to incline
to rob my thought, my enemies redress
and matter less, to only spend my time!
Forfeits agenda, reconciles, climbs
that merit of dissension leaves encore,
all but that host's dimension steeps unbind
revolving with ascension ~ perish more ~
And tumbles its direction ~ out of line!
To be continued ~ The Sentry Rhymes ~ Dangerous times.
Note ~ Guard duty is one of the most sensitive, and loyal of commitments.
Such as that of a noble entity, a queen, an endangered person, or even
a family, spouse, children. Today our protection needs to be more loving,
more personal & caring, not back turning, and avoiding. Our own National
Guard need to be here, at home, on board, with their reason intact, and not
forged from some idealistic, protectionist bourgeois ~ needing to be
everywhere else!
Categories:
forfeits, caregiving, dedication, devotion, soldier,
Form:
Munajat
EndAround
If the endaround gets in the open and the balltosser does not get killed the
sideline washer will come into the game. Then the seventeen minutes will last
longer then ever and seem like forever the men with the whistles will forfeit the
flag the chain pullers come the ball is then moved to a different line.
In soccer the rules are different the endaround is the tommyboy.
The balltosser becomes the place kicker. The sideline washer is Jenifer she
takes up the seventeen minutes. The men with the whistles have none they are
called the ref. The chain pullers become the balltossers. They toss the ball out.
The tommyboy catches the ball in both games. The place kicker heads. Jenifer
smiles and forfeits the flag she is the ref in this game. The place kicker is dead.
Football and Soccer End around came.
EndAround
Categories:
forfeits, imagination, science fiction, sports,
Form:
Free verse
The back of Dad's chair is black like a void,
its mid discontinuous of solid support.
Cushion coils creak as his weight shifts,
his interest unhinged from light hypnosis.
The scuff of rough wheels rub fine lines in
encumbering crumb-crusted floorboards,
which mundanely sustain the weight
of a burdened waistline and wasted years.
He forfeits the fortunes of a father: favor and honor,
as points tabulate and clock ticks wick up
the last of my sapped up, tapped out tears.
His glowing, giddy face is unfazed,
too focused on fantasies to notice me.
Dad's back trespasses my passive stares,
his incessant inattentiveness ingrained
like the prison-bar stripes on the back of his chair.
10/5/2022
Categories:
forfeits, absence, addiction, child, dad,
Form:
Free verse
Blood is thicker than water
Sometimes love is thicker than blood
Sometimes dad is the brother from another mother
From another bloodline
Not family or friend
A man who the family questions
Who is he
Why is he in this boy’s life
Why is he here at all
The boy’s bio
Logical
But not logical
Father forfeits his rights
Because he is not in his son’s life
Like a bee cross pollinates
And crisscross the meadows
In the fields to bring forth growth and life
No one questions
Its mission
But the boy’s hearts knows that
Blood is thicker than water
Sometimes love is thicker than blood
Categories:
forfeits, child, family, father, judgement,
Form:
Free verse
Mount Baker seen from my window,
is framed in his garment of snow,
towering over his neighbors and
admired from the valley below.
His beauty can't be disputed,
the poets and artists concur.
His jealous sister is angry.
He's taking attention from her.
So proud of the fact she is taller
than all of her brothers save one,
resenting Rainier for his stature,
he's too near her loved god, the sun.
Mount Hood, Mount Adams and others
who make up the great Cascades Range,
have at one time or other ignored her.
She vows this contempt will soon change.
St. Helens could hold it no longer,
her deep seated, smoldering rage.
She vents it early one morning,
the anger she's held for an age.
The havoc she's wrought is tremendous.
She feels no regret and no shame.
She's striking a blow for sisterhood.
The world will remember her name.
She forfeits some of her beauty,
which passing of time will reclaim.
The others now bow to her fury.
She basks in her ill gotten fame.
Her brothers are slumbering giants.
Their power is yet to be seen.
They're holding their strength in abeyance,
giving Helens her reign as the queen.
We love them, unheeding the danger.
We daringly dwell at their feet,
knowing full well we're under the spell
of idols with dues swift and steep.
St. Helens has sounded a warning,
with some of us paying a price.
We stay, though aware of the perils,
encased in that beautiful ice.
Categories:
forfeits,
Form:
Narrative
(Note: I am going on a journey to Yunnan, China
from May 18 to 28 -- to explore the wonders there.
My poetry posting will resume when I come back.)
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This tour trip
Special iterinary;
Yunnan beckons
Journey into
Mysterious realms;
Places in time
China gateway
Manifold possibilities;
Fragrant surprises
Here we go again,
My sweetheart and I;
Cheer enters sweetly
Spring time
Old China moments;
Modern settings
Lovely momento
Fleeting scenes;
Formal entrance
Wonder awaits
Our wandering;
China expose
As we leave
For the airport;
Thoughts of home
This hiatus
From ordinary days;
So much to pack
Hiatus like escape
Forfeits daily routines;
Holiday diversion toil
Hiatus from posting
No online e-poetry;
Just words on paper
On the road tour
Good writes will come;
Ink stains on parchment
Till then my friends
"Thank you. Be well. God bless."
More poetry 11 days forth!
Silk Air flight
Sunday wee hours;
Off we go then
Leon Enriquez
17 May 2014
Singapore
Categories:
forfeits, journey,
Form:
Haiku
The sow beauty queen’s
favorite color is money green
The cloven jaw cutie’s
favorite sound is “cha-ching”
Miss Piggy Lips loves how the cash registers
throughout the land constantly rings
That jade oinkment noise
is a pigmentary salve to her greedy soul
She’s got a glut appetite for mo’ and mo’
Her imperial motto is:
“Mo’ money means mo’ toga rest,
and much less queen bee stress”
This regal swine loves to sit
in her towering pleasure palace pigpen,
and peso whine
and ruble dine
Miss Piggy Lips,
with the Pillsbury hips,
enjoys wallowing in the miry green dough
Mudslinging filthy lucre nods covetously so
Miss Piggy Lips,
with the greasy palm grip,
silver tongue yields coin swallowing squeals
Jade oinkment noise forfeits her unpaid bills
This oral apothecary fatty substance
is pocketbook soothing to the queen Midas soul
Gold pursed lip smacking
is how this triple jowl lady low down dirty roll
Those hog heaven eyes
got them snout gobbled green eggs
gulp hasty safely cracking
Her pigmentary belly rub etiquette
is sop share burp lacking
As those rotund royalties
never piggy bank lessen one lil’ bit
Jade oinkment noise
is very spit pernicious green
Pigmentary salve for the thin-skinned cries
of the profiteering unclean
Dyed paper lust has an emerald sheen
Phat bags under dollar sign eyes
be the makeup blush
for the Oval weight sow beauty queen
Miss Piggy Lips,
with the mint green painted toenails,
she loves the excess gossip that dirty tales sell
Flop sweat sleeping
in her palace penthouse pigsty,
she snore ignore the kingdom’s po’ travails
Wrapping herself in a muddy blanket of lies,
surrounding her obese body
with a methane swarm of toady tongue flies
Miss Piggy Lips,
the dung awful smell
coming from that
jade oinkment perfume trail
is just too much nasal pain to inhale
It’s so sickening to brain fart expel
Fat chance the stench makes anyone well
Categories:
forfeits, funny, humorous, parody, satire,
Form:
Ode
The curl of the letters- formed from nearly what I could make out as the abstractions sometimes strain the heart and mind, woven to and fro with sharp edges fraught throughout the script, or is that scripture? All of these sounds uttered only silently in my mind
The phonemes (perpetually distinct units of sound) ringing home, called me once or thrice prior but no one was home.
The curving lines of each grapheme caught me up to study up close only the bark of the tree in the forest,
Where ones eyes can meet each distinctive swirls, curves and angles longingly looking for the power in the words, the tetragrammation was lost some where in those woods,
I know the Kaballists still dwells somewhere out there in the desert, hopeless and alone gripping parchment, tears streaming down his face
I wonder at the wonder of it all. But what is substance… here man we believe cradled cozy in his atoms, and faith of material, FAITH IN MATERIAL at least we can know one mote of Truth…
That is love, it transcends these conundrums, man can own it disown it, and pant for it when he forfeits it
Love of humanity Love of man, Love of brother, Love of one another, is what we can hold on to grip tightly or let the palm loosely caress it the love of Nature, the love of mother, the love of brother, man is Love—Eros Agape its all we have.
Death can grin and grin to my chagrin, he does not race, he makes no haste
He always has Pow’r and time
Your physical being transmutates, to restore atoms to matter---
To Love mankind should be our plight--
Love is truly born again, and again, it is infinite. It is infinity.
Categories:
forfeits, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
Jesus Christ is God in all His fullness
here He draws His apostles to hear
the importance of what He has to say
for this is what keeps you in top gear
Denial is a word little used today
nobody wants or knows its meaning
but Jesus here says to deny yourself
so to come after Him and indeed stay
Jesus promises we all have our cross
so He commands us to take it up
whatever that'll mean, pain and sorrow
for Jesus took up His cross, truly a full cup
Then we are to go and follow
follow this Jesus on His chosen path
a path ordained from heaven above
any other way brings on God's wrath
Forsake all the world's promises
for that brings only failure and loss
heavens riches and victory are ours
when we take up Christ on the cross
(Matthew 16:24-26
Then Jesus said to his apostles, "If any man would come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross and follow me. For whoever would save his life will lose it and whoever loses his life for my sake will find it. For what would it profit a man if he gains the whole world and forfeits his life?")
Categories:
forfeits, god, jesus, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
I pray to God that it will be a brighter day;
I want his warmth to clothe me day after day
Someday, the sun will erase all of my doubts
and push away the clouds…
I want to be a positive schoolboy – but the clouds
Cover me like mesmerizing, despondent shrouds
I want to be a positive youngster – I need to stay
True to my unaccomplished goals everyday
Lord, I know life has its ups and downs – but, I must keep a steady pace…
I want to develop a stable mentality with no trace of pity
Lord, I know life gets problematic in the long run – I FEAR I might fall on my face
I just want to be content – I want my dreams to become a reality
I'll be loving you forever…
for you’re the last thing on my mind before I go to sleep at night
I’ll take a moment just to ponder…
About you and our time together – thinking about you restores hope, joy and might
our love is wholesome and so much more…
our love will grow on forevermore…
our love is real and it’s a great deal…
our love is beyond measure and it’s totally real…
Our Love is oh so surreal
You melt my anguish away…
Our love can heal a broken heart
You cherish me in the month of May
You blow away winter’s dismay
I pray to God for a more optimistic mindset…
Hopefully it doesn’t result in forfeits
Push away the gray…and laminate it with a striking sunset,
I’m drowning in his inclement, rainy regrets
I’ll make sure to embrace competition…
for you're my reason I run the extra mile, winning honor and applauds
I’ll take a moment to pursue my ambition...
Of being with you always and forever – I fear I might lose all of my odds
With you…your heart isn’t pumping with vile frauds
Every single second spent with you…
Makes my spirit soar anew...
I never experienced such surreal love
Our love flourishes rapidly from up above
I’m sick with a love flu *cough* *cough*
Categories:
forfeits, addiction, beautiful, beauty, best
Form:
Rhyme
A Sonnet begets life.
Joy, her child, leaves her womb,
bliss that transcends the tomb
and dulls the Reaper's scythe!
Ah! Joy belittles strife;
delight, as from bedrooms
(without impassive gloom),
makes mother of a wife.
When bards compose, ardent
wax the virgin Sonnets
with their pens: eloquent
the more, beauty begets
desire; then makes pregnant
with Joy which ne'er forfeits.
Categories:
forfeits, desire, extended metaphor, joy,
Form:
Italian Sonnet
PIE HARD
the meringue explodes
squishes twixt heroes bare toes
and the pieman laughs
lemon gel hits cop
on the crusty street down low
“join the party, pal”
Christmas is a time
to pie hard, “yippee ki yay”
with model wise guys
bad apples at large
the hero’s jotting down names
for a half-baked plot
temperature rising
the elevator opens
Macintosh is dead
momentum of pie
thief loses his grip...forfeits
a victory slice
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Snippets loosely based on “Die Hard”
Categories:
forfeits, humorous,
Form:
Choka
your heart wore my eyes
and my eyes were a gaping wound
December is passing
Remember when autumn came too soon
I remember the lashings
all the forfeits that made you wanna cash in
and we break down walls
when we cry
And we're taken for a fall
Everyday we die
and we burn bridges
Just to suit our lies
For these reasons we strive
Do or die
But somewhere they're seeking
Everything you felt
I noticed your eye lids
And all the matter they held
Admist all of our triumphs
we failed to see you through
and we break down walls
when we cry
And we're taken for a fall
Everyday we die
and we burn bridges
Just to suit our lies
For these reasons we strive
Do or die
And the past is always reaching
reaching for you
In and out of his grasp
you slither about
silence was a fragrance
like the auburn that drifted
from you mouth
"i don't know what the pressure's about
when depressions in route
there's just no room to forgive you
and i don't know how"
Categories:
forfeits, hope, life, music, mystery,
Form:
Lyric