Best Frequenting Poems
Our religion forbids all
games of chance guys
We ain't allowed to
indulge in that harmful
enterprise
But no one can claim that
gambling is at all wise
To more has gambling
brought much misery
and misfortune
Trying your luck that
way brings bad luck to
this money goon!
So goes without saying,
no need of elaborating
that harmful and
addictive are casinos and
gambling
Quick money is the lure
but gambling is such an
addictive trap
Indeed a vicious circle it
is for sure
and you can 'bet' my
warnings ain't crap!
The casino wheel doesn't
always tip the scales in
your favour many times
bringing down people
from heights of
immense affluence
to the abyss of poverty
and monetary crimes
as gamblers act as if
'under the influence'
God only wished us to
not be thus corrupt
for He foresaw most
gamblers going bankrupt
To gamble is sin
and you don't always
win
You might end up losing
even the little you had
from bad to worse,
tycoon hero to zero, alas
too sad
I amn't uselessly rambling
Better stay away from
gambling
A compulsive gambler
frequenting the casino
might forever court ill-
luck you know
from slot machine back
to home, to and fro!
As to others his bucks
shall flow.
Categories:
frequenting, abuse, addiction, games,
Form:
Didactic
Oh God!
When this state be free
And an independent kingdom again!
India, a hypocrites’ country, is a Power,
And although we are famous for being straightforward
But, a small nation, in Arms and Weopens we are very weak.
Otherwise, now tired of Double-talk Dialogues and humiliating
Invitations for Talks,
We’d make it, in a violent war in air.
And an another aggressive Muslim state,
Pakistan (land of the pure!) has kept us captive, there,
Across the nonsensical border,
And gifted a part, of us, to its Mongol friend!
And Shame on their living!
These petty politicians in this Indian election time
Are frequenting this forgotten village street.
Some scared of a villain Indian minister,
Others, licking her feet, a widow woman politician.
While others immature, in the nights' dark,
On the roadside walls, are propagandizing for Pakistan.
Ah Alas!
All great politicians are gone,
Like prophets, painters and poets,
These modern high standard schools
Can not create.
Categories:
frequenting, political,
Form:
Free verse
From the dark vaults of Nottinghamshire's rich history
Full of intrigue folklaw and mystery
Comes a rather gruesome tale
About a unlucky drunkard who drank too much ale
While frequenting a local drinking inn
In a drunken stopper
The man fell down the stairs
And landed head first into a barrel that he fell in
And drowned.
What a way to go
Was it ale or gin we may never know
Proof that drink kills
A grizzly tale
To give you a chill.
Peter Dome. copyright.2015. July
Categories:
frequenting, drink,
Form:
Free verse
We all make a promise
at the age of good triumphs over evil
heroes
principles
to always stand fast
on the side of the righteous
no matter what.
my beliefs were identical
to any child's
reading Nancy Drew
frequenting G-rated movies
good will forever be good
no gray areas exist
no money
no power
no earthly desires
in my heart
block my path.
the body count was about five
I realized what I was doing
violated the very ideas I had
of how a person should be.
the past hour
flitting around the yard
heart light, untroubled
was wrong.
my seven-year-old-hands stuttered
while shoving my defenseless victims into a mason jar
in cold blood
without even punching holes in the lid
their cold, dim bodies
scattered at the bottom
like they didn't matter
like their tiny lights
didn't bring the world
any joy at all
not the smallest amount of magic
my fireflies
wasted,
frozen
never to see another
sunset
at that moment
in disgust I stared at my hands
so much like those of a monster
not a hero after all.
Categories:
frequenting, confusion, growing up,
Form:
Free verse
Sometime in the summer heat or in the winter freeze,
I am either wanting you or you are wanting me,
Seasons are excuses.
Often in the wilderness of mountain park and trail,
Hand in hand we walk the paths, and hearts do beat as one,
Mountains are excuses.
Frequenting a dark café, I gaze into your eyes,
Smell your perfume, feel your touch and whisper in your ear,
Cafés are excuses.
Sitting at the movie, in the back and in the dark,
What is on the big-screen isn't what it's all about,
Movies are excuses.
Gently as I lay you down upon the satin sheets,
In this bedroom of desire, entwining souls for life,
Bedrooms are excuses.
Here forever you and me, just living life and love,
Summer, winter, mountain park or in a dark café,
Now, no more excuses.
-For poetry contest: Opposite Gender Love Expression
April 30, 2017
Categories:
frequenting, devotion, i love you,
Form:
Free verse
ON SEEING A BIRD FREQUENTING
A PERCH BEHIND MY WINDOW
Shot with grape dark beauty
Perches behind my window –
My love-
Hops to tickle my heart
Skims my dream to chariot
Making me speechless
With her raw silent crop.
With a burr of arrow-tail
She darts through my ears;
Light as thistledown
She roller-skates my vision
Black as coal full of steam
She drives my horizon.
She has no mobile to cheep
Yet more mobile
Than time and speech
She wrights an ornate spot
Like an evening green..
A few minutes’ gaze
At that winged vibes
Holier high than years of youth
Scathed by fire of lips.
Categories:
frequenting, lost love,
Form:
Chant Royal
You will see me alone, dining.
Always near a window
Watching people hurrying outside,
Or well-dressed patrons
Frequenting the five-star diner,
My favourite eating place.
Alas always alone.
Still one lady, impeccably dressed
Always visited the place every Saturday.
And always with a different escort.
I wondered who she was,
But I could hardly ask her, could I?
Her escorts seemed rich and elegant.
Not that I was shabbily dressed.
But I was not the handsome type.
Then one day she came in alone.
She had no escort as she ordered her food.
What could I do? I approached her meekly
And asked for her company.
"Finally, you came," she smiled.
We never dined alone from then on.
FICTION
Categories:
frequenting, longing,
Form:
Free verse
Natural calamities have been
With man since time immemorial;
Frequenting the earth's face,
Standing as one tall trial.
They ravage places at random,
So unpredictable;
Like invincible enemies,
Wreaking havoc so powerful.
Nature unleashes its wrath
In many forms;
Volcanic eruptions, wildfires,
Extreme heat and winter storms.
Other types are quakes, tsunamis, tornadoes,
Hurricanes, mudflows, flashfloods and landslides;
Claiming not only properties,
But even human lives.
All these among others
Are nature's way to remind;
Man's frailty and helplessness
Make his life lay on the line.
El Niño weather phenomenon
Is another grim warning;
It brings extreme drought
As well as torrential raining.
Nations make information campaigns
And disaster preparedness programs;
Anticipating possible effects
Attributed to nature's harms.
Following the experts' advice
Is a good way of coping;
Take contingent measures,
Brace ourselves for what it might bring.
Yet above all these,
Trust in God Almighty;
Whose hand designed the universe,
His power is great inexorably.
He gives rain on the earth,
Countless are the things marvelous;
He turns into blessings
Man's most feared foes.
Categories:
frequenting, nature, , memorial,
Form:
Verse
noisy toys and building bricks
girls and boys in football kits
playground fights homework books
summer nights disprooving looks
growing pains and butterflies
test and gains that qualify
leaving school hunting work
breaking rules going berserk
frequenting pubs getting drunk
discover love and have a bunk
find a spouse and settle down
buy a house outside of town
have some kids start to fight
hit the skids stay out all night
get divorced loose your job
feel remorse become a snob
find yourself loose the weight
discover wealth start to date
love again this time for real
hide the pain but start to feel
watch your kids have there own
building bricks and a noisy zone
grow too old and then retire
feel the cold and loose the fire
close your eyes then drift away
as life dies the memories play
of all the joys the one that sticks
is noisy toys and building bricks
Categories:
frequenting, life,
Form:
Rhyme
He wore a leather bomber jacket and a redskin hat and would engage with people where ever he was at. He wore two hearing aids that often whistled like a kettle and as he aged out in our three homes he did settle. A world war II vet he served in the navy and once out he married and they had three babies. Dad had been a lawyer and eventually became a judge. He was not a snooty person and seldom held a grudge. Dad was always most particular about where he chose to eat, only frequenting four star restaurants with the more elite.
At church his voice would bellow as he sang out every hymn. Most days he'd burst into a song if he felt the whim. Dad had an Irish temper but wasn't easily provoked, in order to get it simmering it had to be stoked.
Even in his older years he was still a flirt and would turn his attention to a pretty face or leggy skirt. Dad had a strong work ethic and worked til age 75 and would probably still be working now if he was alive.
At age 81 as he lay counting sheep, my dad gently slipped away, dying peacefully in his sleep. HAPPY FATHER'S DAY TO ALL THOSE GREAT FATHERS OUT THERE
Categories:
frequenting, dad,
Form:
Light Verse
My spirits soared high
To limitless sky;
When you chose me
To be yours,
Not just for a single
Day or weeks,
But, till your laughter
Faded away;
My heart bled
For countless years
To see you gone;
Only memories
Of your pasts, keeps
Feeding me
Happiness, thru your
Whispering
Thoughts, that dries up
My tears, frequenting
Your marble stone;
From winter to summer
Hoping for
Your warm embraces
And your promise
That it will become mine
To be with you,
Someday
Categories:
frequenting, lost love, love, sympathy,
Form:
Epitaph
Great relaxing and serene place to retreat to
Accented by beautiful flowers and lilac trees
Red cardinals are often frequent visitors
Delicious berries are special early gifts
Enjoy frequenting birds, bees and butterflies
Never enough time to enjoy my backyard treasure
Spring starts my gardening hobby until late fall
2/23/19
Gardens Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Categories:
frequenting, garden,
Form:
Acrostic
How dare goddamn Laura divorce him
After thirty years arduous pre dawn sacrifice
Menopause made her dismiss marriage on a whim
Told Rod he'd not have true love twice
Victim adamant to prove prowess
To construct his dazzling platform
Marina tower apartment, salesman finesse
Enamour for strawberry blonde, he'd perform
Abattoir visits supply excess meat
Too good to discard, soon crows found
Raw morsels upon sunny balcony heat
Slowly rotting, sixty metres above ground
Pleased frequenting feathered friends
Swoop hungry, hot tiles smeared in grease
While his platonic blonde sidestepping pretends
She's not ready to consummate their needs
Shimmer photoshoot illusion windswept strands
Whip her dazzled face in gold to behold
Pristine boat grid below, his meaty hands
Suddenly clamp her jugular, slowed blood cold
Duck egg irises fear increases, dance shoes slip
Held up by Rod's determination to murder
Strangled finally to submission in his sausage grip
Remote controlled bird saw and heard her
Floating microphone, struggled inhale caught
Quad propellers wing nimble, zoom eye snaps
Amor of flaxen haired dancer he sought
Filmed before her fatty floor collapse
Cocky Rod knows how to remove her corpse
Platonic blonde diced by cow carcass blade
Churns through her chaste, chest flesh warps
Chuck steak beak struck, friends caw unafraid
20th July 2022
Written for Contest: Start Sleuthing
Sponsor: Natasha L. Scragg
Categories:
frequenting, anger, august, beach, character,
Form:
Rhyme
As the essenes of
Eden play lovely
quartets, a brief
interlude o' mine.
Oh. . . boisterous meadows
of entrancing enthralls
so fine.
As angels hearken
the harmonies of
our precious St. Uriel,
defiant.
The whimsy's of
bitter attempts
for lovely laughing
girls, made bitter
pantomime.
Oh, the Louche,
the heavenly Louche.
Its embrace
of vigorous
nostalgias
with little excuse.
So sorry,
so sorry,
here we are
oh mighty Zeus.
Falling from grace,
as pale a ghost
as the infinite
truth.
Oh! The Louche,
the heavenly Louche.
Keeper of secrets,
ours and yours,
together we're found. . .
frequenting ,
the inviting,
narcotics lounge.
A testimony of
love, why the essence
of St. Gabrielle,
you are,
you are.
As St. Uriel played
a ballad so fine,
I found myself
begging for more
amphetamine!
The Louche,
the heavenly Louche.
Categories:
frequenting, funny, philosophy, social,
Form:
Beneath smile exotic, gleaming moon’s delight,
We embraced romance of a passionate night,
Whispering deep secrets of moments sublime
Unveiling sweet story of undying-love in prime,
Of promises eternal, pledging together forever,
Journeying through life’s endearing endeavor,
Vowing to traverse through oceans of ardour
Eying abode amorous, vying tomorrow’s shore.
Alas! love soon turned errant, choosing to detour,
Straying from accords youthful, but immature,
Rejecting once enamored elation of evermore,
Opting bliss in yonder beyond passions of yore.
In solitude we bid goodbyes to love gone awry
Lamenting wistfulness frequenting pensive sigh
Saddened by bleak story, woefully incomplete,
When dissonant forlorn vibes, accepted defeat.
Yet, we found pathways renewing our dreams,
Reinvigorating assonance of past broken themes
As fervid interests, on divergent paths aligned,
Rewriting ending of story, destiny had designed.
Hosting moments solitary, as I often think of you,
Rekindling in your embrace, love we once knew,
Reminded I am, how memories have feelings too,
Though melodies they strum, no longer ring true.
Categories:
frequenting, lost love,
Form:
Rhyme