Best Girdled Poems
once upon a time was babbling babe and frolicking lamb
now a soldier of grace seeking destiny in the great I am…
of age, I turned the page, my girdled mission is of He
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And contest: Your Life "Mission Statement"
Categories:
girdled, passion,
Form:
Sijo
This is an ancient land lapped by two seas in the south,
girdled by mountains the highest on the earth.
Many mighty rivers flow across this fertile land,
monsoon rains wash the land where I took my birth.
An eon old civilization grew in west flank,
permeated the native race of the land.
They assimilated flux of foreign invasion,
made country’s diversity a unique brand.
Steeped in Vedic culture and the karmic way of life,
takes pride in the invention of the zero.
In midst of medley of custom, language and belief
modern times are now coming at a pace slow.
Time will come when the nation will take its rightful place
in the world stage regaining its lost aura.
Glorious sun of eminence will rise in the east,
shine on future of my country India.
August 24, 2018
(Form used in the poem is Doha which is a
Hindi form of self-contained couplet in which
each 24 syllable line is split into two unequal
parts of 13 and 11 syllables)
Categories:
girdled, birth, culture, future, hindi,
Form:
Couplet
EMBROIDERY OF VELLUM
A clean poem composed
Thee vellum virgin
Lace betrothed in length
Your satin train embraced
Thee embroidery in apple gold
Girdled in silver refined
And curvature of silhouette
Delicate with subtle design
6/25/2017
Lyric Poem
A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in baskets of silver
proverbs 25:11 Bible ESV version
Categories:
girdled, beauty, words,
Form:
Lyric
From bottom to top,
my house was decayed.
Through thousands of years
of commands disobeyed.
I girdled my loins
to rebuild my home.
I re-laid the foundation
stone by stone.
Brick by brick
I rebuilt the walls.
House was renewed with
many victories small.
I painted the house
with colors of new zeal.
I furnished it with
virtues that heal.
I planted the garden
with flowers of love.
I installed the fountains
with waters from above.
I sat in the garden
admiring my creation.
At last, to God
I offered adoration.
Categories:
girdled, christian, creation, devotion, god,
Form:
Rhyme
With a hearty laugh, and scallywag's glee
I've acquired their riches, and conquered the sea!
Like a timid lass... they will turn, and flee
showing their backsides, to the likes of me!
Lily livered, they're fearin' my brand!
Shiverin' they be, till they're walking on land!
Arrgg!! shouts first mate, calling out to the crew,
"Tally-ho!" fills me ears, as the chance now ensues
Setting sail in a race, up high on the waves
I spy with my glass, wily cowards to chase
'Tis we, mighty foes, that will ransom the sea!
Mighty bold is me, with me old pirate's creed!
Alas! there he is, what a fool is he!!
To rush into battle with the likes of me!!
Sailin' the waves on the blimey sea
Stung by a sword, the scallywag flees!
How swift he sails, along in the blue..
Yo ho ho! Thar' he be!
He'll be countin' his days, and soon on his knees
A sorry tale, will allot him, his sword just a broom
Me' cross=bone skull is flying wild
and waves a mighty doom!!
I am Blackbeard the Pirate....remember my name!
You will fill up your froth of my flowing fame
You will guzzle ye' grog, or a bit of ye' rum
Yea' ... call me the devil, with a bit of a scum!
Girdled with face of a hundred scars
Fear of me' wrath, either by sun or by stars
It gladdens the heart of a scoundrel like me
You'll best not forget ....tis' a Blackbeard ye' fear!!
Categories:
girdled, adventure, me,
Form:
Epic
You are~
The queen of hive~keeping a universe of sweetness alive.
The richness of air~ more richness than a gem or bank can bare.
The float of a boat~the ink of a love note.
The warmth of a coat~the warmth of prevailing hope.
With a billion brilliantly buffed stars you shine~a shine in the night of my mind.
You are the eloquence of glistening and glamorous Fiji waters~beauteous waves of mind.
A Unhurried dulcet substance steaming ahead~honey flowing through your veins.
I can visualize your golden veins,coiling on the
bars of heavens divine gates ~ your soul the key to heaven.
I'm sure a blind man can see you, I'm sure women would love to be you~ I'm sure though I haven't seen you.
Perhaps I seen you in
the rose I smelled yesterday
the sun of today
the mystical formation of
comely clouds.
perhaps I seen you girdled in
trees of fortitude,may be you
are the the fortifier of it all,the
beautifier of all roses standing tall.
You are the first steps of a baby
that once use to crawl,supportive
to all.You are the benign tender of
a baby's BIRTH~
So go ahead ask me what your WORTH,
and yes baby people like you is the
restoration of EARTH.
So go ahead ask me what your WORTH,
And i'll say YOUR WORTH MORE THAN EARTH!!!
Your birth chained heaven to earth~
A visible but invisible cord the doctors couldn't Cut,
BUT guess what these words came from the heaven in my GUT!!!
Written BY: Elliott Bowe
TO: Vienna Bombardieri
YoUrs TrulY thE DruKeN PoEt
Categories:
girdled, art, caregiving, dedication, life,
Form:
Free verse
Though we got the land on name of religion,
But we tend to be far more traditional,
As being a post-colonial, still baffled,
But now again my nation is girdled!
Every province have its language but,
Radically alike semantics in our spirit,
Some wear waistcoat or some jeans,
This polarization persists in our teens,
But to this point of disparity, still,
We all offer Him together and will!
A time comes in a year, twice
Where we gather with family and cheer,
A reason of celebration twice the year,
One for the fasting in holy month inhere,
While merry on the Latter is premier,
Subdued in the celebrations we’re
Thus so in satisfaction of love,
only of father and mother,
This is the life in my homeland lived,
Mundanely lived … ah seems outlived!
Categories:
girdled, blessing, home, humor, identity,
Form:
Rhyme
A Sonnet of Mine…
(To The Changing of Time and Seasons)
I arose this morning and stole a peek
at the changing of nature;
saw a giant evergreen staring at me in the center
of the vision of my eye.
To her right, left and back, stood her naked companions
in all their rapture;
as she, clothed in all her stately greenery, bade the wrath of winter,
a hardy good-by.
Her naked friends with their many frayed toothpick-like arms,
showered in the misty dew.
And as the celestial curtains parted and the waiting sunshine slowly
slipped through,
I sighed, prayed and girdled my soul with all the spirit within me;
then I lent my ears to the miserable news echoing from the TV.
Categories:
girdled, allegory, analogy, change, green,
Form:
Sonnet
For time, space cannot the opportunity squander
With streaming video distant love grows much fonder
Magnetic beams glint through the wild blue yonder
Grainy, jittery images oft-forsaken hearts to ponder
Air waves blipping images through bleary transponder
Eerie prescience of the whole, but piecemeal shapes do launder
Irony, modern technology, 1930's Spanish cinema does corresponder
Crouching, girdled with adrenalin of a First Responder
Matted wigs, flat toupees across streaking screen wander
Silky-brunette locks dimmer; brown bangs look blonder
Shadows in a swirling blender, to homesick minds a bonder
Stealing a few precious minutes, then with love absconder
Categories:
girdled, absence,
Form:
Rhyme
over occupied world
bewildering hodge-podge of people
pushing stress where it ought not to be
in the slim rays of late day
in the splattered mess of guttered streets
a homeless man asks for a light
for a half burnt cigarette
then money for food
nerve knotted living squeezed between soiled fingers
his fingers
most shove by him like gnats late for breeding
people in pinup poses
keep silent midst foul displacement
shun soiled annoyance like shoddy prospects
does a story untold, matter?
does all humanity deserve recognition?
maybe things just fall apart all on their own
maybe once there was a time when lushness oozed like honey
from a jar
homeless man seeks a light
unflagging energy to be seen
girdled by grit
a real mission
not to wipe away self like crumbs from a plate
sometimes we move in gray clouds
a pretense, unseeing squalor
as vagabond pleas jar at comfort
our aligned security by uttering "No"
such feel good factors
defending synthetic spheres
that peer at screens
as light loses traction
Poem composed April 12, 2023
Categories:
girdled, care, city, light, poverty,
Form:
Free verse
It may sound selfish that I felt betrayal when you died,
but you vowed to never act upon those urges once more.
You lied time and time again, and o, how I vastly cried-
that last time I knew was different than before.
You deceived me the moment you said goodbye in vain,
now only heartbreaking memories of duplicity remain.
I try to move on without anxiety, try not to complain,
but a tragic breach of faith of was tragically conveyed.
O, how I wish you would have felt the love and stayed-
you knew how to find happiness, you were just so afraid.
So now I’m girdled in woe since you committed suicide,
left despondent and grief-stricken from this severe abhor.
You shadowed me like midnight cascading in disdain-
I feel utterly abandoned…FOR IT WAS ME WHO YOU BETRAYED.
___________________________
Date written: November 29, 2018
Contest: Fragmented Rhyme- November 2018 Writing Challenge
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Categories:
girdled, betrayal, suicide,
Form:
Rhyme
Every day the same people
at the same table
at the rear of the cafeteria.
The maiden, 35 at least,
is gray at the temples,
sour at the mouth.
The widow, 55, waves
a cigarette like a wand.
Girdled and dyed,
she needs no one now;
She ministers to a dog
and has a new apartment.
The accountant, 65, wants to retire,
his years of intemperance
tempered by a stroke,
his anger at everything
suddenly gone. The janitor, 60,
explains over and over
how over the weekend
he snipped from his garden
husks of dead sunflowers
and drove them out of the city
and into the forest
and there in a clearing
spread the black cakes
for chipmunks to strip,
black seed by black seed.
I, a young editor,
“with your whole life
in front of you,” they insist,
sit through it all,
Monday through Friday,
spooning broth, buttering slices
of rye, and praying that after
pudding again for dessert,
the phone on my desk
will explode too late
with a call I’ll take anyway,
and that after that call, I’ll rise
and take from my sport coat
a speech I wrote years ago,
a speech I’ll discard for two lines
off the cuff: “Here’s two weeks’ notice.
I have found a new job.”
Donal Mahoney
Categories:
girdled, work,
Form:
Blank verse
summer nights,
slipping into autumn's arms,
tethered to a reluctant lover,
cooling over nightside,
helpless in the arms of a solar girdled year,
and as I sit in moonlit kingdoms,
absent from a day filled with clang and clamor,
to a hushed and dimmer light,
still, I listen to nightbirds calling out,
echoed through shadows and shedding branches,
and nod to sullen truth,
we all have tethers,
like or not,
to one or other’s stake,
and bound to orbit,
kin to fair earth’s fate,
we travel,
round
and
round.
Categories:
girdled, identity,
Form:
Shape
KUBLA KHAN
“In Xanadu did Kubla Khan a stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round.”
But Kub forgot to apply for a planning and building permit
And it contravened the zoning ordinance’s remit.
The fire and safety guys said it was too big, and didn’t approve
The use of ice. They said in warm weather it will move.
The environmental lobby was up in arms at the waste of fertile land.
The river authority objected on pollution grounds: it was banned
So the “Dome” had to be scaled back in size
To about one tenth the original design unwise;
And had to be built of safer materials, low rise;
And located on infertile ground with no impact on water supplies.
It was finally erected on a brownfield site of disused steelmills in Pittsburg, a box
Measuring about 50 by 100 feet, and built out of concrete blocks.
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Note
Samuel Coleridge is probably rolling in his grave right now
Categories:
girdled, funny,
Form:
Couplet
blue hills cascaded
on jade slope of my hamlet
where in sapphire sky
I flew multicolored kites
played hide and seek with cloud clumps
sparkling stream girdled
garlanding verdant meadow
I floated toy boats
to the distant unknown sea
my youthful fantasy sailed
walking the last mile
through memory corridor
I’m suffused with joy
adoring childhood treasure
kept in luring nostalgia
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August 11, 2022
Syllable count checked at HMS
Contest : Childhood Nostalgia
Sponsored by : JCB Brul
Categories:
girdled, childhood, fantasy, memory, nostalgia,
Form:
Tanka