Best Gnarl Poems

We Danced

I penned a couplet for you today.
Rather, a quill manipulated
my hand and scrawled mendacity.
The misanthrope's who read the ode
applauded with flippers on.

Such insight. Such depth.

Mussolini meets Monet and
the Mephistopheles Mambo mounts.
Call me a scribe and I murder myself.
Call me a liar and I impregnate your charm.

I purposely dislocated my arm today.
Rather, your tongue severed bone
and flesh was torn from my shoulder;
a needed braised boomerang
to stimulate my poetic prowess.

Such clarity. Such wisdom.

Lenin leads Lichtenstein and
the Lucifer Lindy is launched.
Call me a poet and I gnarl my fingers.
Call me a fabulist and I bow to a crooked smile.

A jellyfish swam through my veins today.
Rather, the tentacles of a tyrant
triggered a fabricated Tanka.
Maudlin stumbles when I laugh alone -
more comedic when we cackle together.

Such simplicity. Such compassion.

Bundy befriends Berchtold and
the Beelzebub Bossa Nova begins.
Call me a dramatist and I gag upon reflection.
Call me a simpleton and your wishes are granted.

I solemnly yearn to expire today.
Rather, a fool fires in a fury
and a mannequin lies in his casket.
The curse you've driven towards me -
a combination menu
when a lone Woolf inconspicously
devours a battered Browning.

Such diversity. Such nothingness.

Stalin seduces Seurat and
the Satanic Samba softly swoons.
Call me a parodist and I choke upon perfection.
Call me a realist when I'm sleeping on nails.

introspectionmemefree verse

A Lone Wolf In My Office

He walked into my office, business in hand,
In denim baggy overalls, a plaid shirt, white painters cap, 
and grandpa's old white leather orthopedic shoes.
If I ever get to the ripe old age of 88,
I want to be this lone wolf silhouette of a man.

A slow gait with frailty of movement.
Each step carefully orchestrated and contemplated.
Making one worry the next may become a fall.
But he moves on without even a stumble.
Steadfast stature and posture braced on any lowly perch.

Outer coat showing gaps of missing muscle and mass.
Paws and face forlornly exposed with past battles scorned.
All affairs in perfect order, the next move oft anticipated.
Irises glossy white shadowed with blue wisdom and mystery.
Draped with curtains and folds boldly saying "I am."

Negotiations begin with silence in wait of movement.
Tail wagging intently, teeth exposed only when he smiles.
No bite to his bark, he needn't growl nor gnarl. 
Few words, saying only what needs to be heard.
Walking away after a handshake, flash of teeth, and a wink.

 


09/12/17

appreciationbusinessenduranceimagementorprose

God Forbid

My life is very insular, I move from page to page
never straying far from words which prance upon the written stage.

like a sputtering engine my tongue tangles on a phrase
I rub my eyes, red and raw, I can't remove my aged gaze.

My fingers curl and knuckles gnarl as velum dances right
I read, I write, I think and pause, I can't turn out the light.

Compose, I will, adjust I must, each simile an anchor 
to a life much analyzed, but lived with little rancor.

like the scribes of ancient Rome my fingertips are worn
yet I persist with joyous bliss for I know I must go on. 

My form has bent, bowed and curled to meet the need of the word
God forbid, I went through this lifetime never being heard.

angstdevotionwritelifecouplet

Whirl of Wisdom for Knowing

How is it that you know it?
A spark, a flash, a sudden thought,
Is it that you know how?
In the silence, wisdom links ought.
Know you how it is that?
You know it is that how?
That is how you knew it!

When was it that you knew it?
A moment caught in time's swift motion,
Was it that you knew when?
Beneath the moon's pale watchful ocean.
It was that you knew when?
You knew it was that when?
That was when you knew it!

Where was it when you learned it?
In spaces where the wild winds swirl,
When was it you learned where?
Amidst the fields where knowledge gnarl.
It was when you learned where?
Was it when you learned where?
You learned it when was where!

Why is it that you learned what?
For reasons that the heart may beat,
What is it that you learned why?
Where streams of deep reflection create.
Is it why you learned what?
Learned what is it why you?
You learned why it is what!

Who wrote it and why it was that?
A scribe whose pen does gently row,
Wrote it who and why was that?
Across the sea of thought they scroll.
Why it was that and who wrote it?
It who wrote and why was that?
It was who that wrote it and why?

And why was it that who wrote it!
But in the end, does knowing change the fact?

educationlanguagephilosophypsychologicalwindlyric

Amber Frame

tall among rich loosen soil
      scent slight quaver throughout spoiled
         sunshine fields, warm smiles it yields

   milk pearls trickle drip on silk
      nature whispers season turn 
         tall among rich loosen soil

   leaves lay face downward unturned
      gnarl old tree kneels its amber
         beetle strength squirms in its murk

   darkness abandons the moon
      curled up in heavens warm croon
         tall among rich loosen soil
            happiest hours unrevealed

7/23/2021

naturefree verse

Halloween Night

Halloween 

Haunting monsters roam on an October Halloween spooky night

As munchkin stroll dress in their costumes that fright  

Large carved pumpkins laugh as inside candles flicker bright
 
Lifeless lackadaisical zombies walk the street on sight, ghost in white

Occasional Owl hoot as monsters howl in the darkness plight 

Witches on broomstick, Warlocks wrapped in black capes, before day light
 
Enchanting the moon. Spiders that bite, weaving sticky webs that stick-tight 

Eerie gravestones and casket lids that open yelling "Boooo…."at midnight

Night ebbs with jumpin sounds of trick-or treat, ghost, goblins dance in delight

                                           ~
Naughty black feline stepping its paws nonchalantly teasing the dog 
                                          ~

Nonplussed decrepit two- story haunted house 

Idle and dank surrounded by broken down fencing and gnarl skeletal tree boughs

Grave  “No TRESPASSING”  sign  forbidding entry for even a mouse

Hangs  warding off  the unwanted  and those that had doubts

Tenebrous  gloom  brought  brooding shadows around the house


10/13/2016

Children Story

candychildrendancehalloweenoctoberacrostic

The Old Redbud Tree

The Old Redbud Tree

There is a gnarled redbud left standing,
It blossomed pink year after year;
Four fused trunks grew from its base,
Its heart-shaped leaves said “dear.”

A new branch grew from one, making five,
The little tree was oh, so proud of its size,
And for decades it did healthy look,
Until one year one branch snapped and died.

It seemed to cry with its new-found gnarl,
But soldiered on with only four.
Another branch bent its head and broke,
Then fell to its earthly floor.

Now there were three and twisted they,
Its heart-shaped leaves near gone,
The wind blew two from the old redbud tree,
Now one reaches lonely for the sun.

metaphorrhyme

A Teacher's Poem

You are all cool kids in your youngest ever age,

You make each other day like you’re out of your cage.

When I talk, you always listen.

My pretty good lessons are enjoyably missing.

 

You make arguments like you are all geared for war.

Exchanging of words is so much but gnarl.

You easily get cracked in my foolish same japes,

Those dreamlike faces are as sweet as those grapes.

 

We found each other in this old darkest place,

Our bonds are crazy like a guy running in maze.

You frequently ask questions about me,

Easily believed like a fairy tale book on my knee.

 

Yes! You laugh and correct each other’s mistakes.

It’s totally dangerous like a fox jumping in high stakes.

You put me in an all high status of my life,

You are always part of me… Part of my life.

my childrenteachernarrative

Camiguin Shoreline

.

.. though the waves
      violently swirl
         and splash about,

.. though they fiercely
      gnarl and roar,
         the rippling wavelets

   woo and caress,
      lap and gently kiss
         the soft shore ..

.

seatail-rhyme

Growing Up

abominate, abhor, abuse, admonish, adumbrate, afflict, advance,
agitate, agonize, alcohol, announce, approach, awaken, bait, bark,
bawl, bedamn, bedevil, berate, betoken, bluster, bode, bother, break,
brew, browbeat, bully, caution, censure, chide, clutter, comminate,
complain, complicate, confuse, cow, crucify, DAD, damage, daughter,
deplore, detest, devil, disarray, disorder, disparage, distress, divine,
embroil, enforce, enmesh, ensnarl, entangle, entwine, exacerbate,
excruciate, execrate, expiate, family, feel, fist, flex, forebode,
forecast, forerun, foresee, foreshadow, foreshow, foretell, foretoken,
forewarn, frighten, fulminate, gnarl, gnash, grieve, growl, hammer,
hang, harass, harbinger, harmonize, harrow, heckle, herald, hound,
injure, intimidate, impend, imperil, imprecate, inflict, intuit, involve,
irk, jam, jeopardize, joy, knot, laughter, loom, love, maze, menace,
mistreat, molest, Mom, muck, muddle, mumble, murmur, mutter,
nag, normalize, omen, overhang, overshadow, perplex, persecute,
pester, plague, portend, preindicate, provoke, punish, push, presage,
pressurize, prognosticate, promise, prophesy, provoke, punish,
quarrel, quiz, rack, ravel, rebuke, reprimand, risk, scare, scold,
scourge, scowl, sense, shake, shame, signify, smite, snap, snarl, son,
soothsay, spook, strike, tangle, tease, terrorize, threaten, thunder,
torment, torture, trouble, upset, usurp, vaticinate, vex, vilify,
vociferate, walk, warn, worry, wound, wring, yell, yelp, zero, zip, zone.

angstchildhoodconfusiondepressionfatherfree verse

What I See- Nursery Rhyme

I see gulls gliding in the air.
I watch them landing down in pair.
All around me is the sea.

I see waves beating on the shore.
I hear them gnarl and roar.

I see Dolphins in the vast expanse.
I see them swim and dance.

I see ships sailing over waters wide.
I watch them quiver and glide.

I see shells strewn on the beach.
I pick up all that is within my reach.

I see children of my age sit and play.
Occasionally shouting ‘hooray’!

I see with every wave, a jet of spray.
They drench me as they come in sway.

I see waves rising high.
They seem to reach up to the sky.
All around me is the sea!

_______________________

March. 29.2023

~ Placed First~

Children Sing to Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Eve Roper

childrendeepsearhyme

The Jagged Edge of Time

a red sunset lights the sky
as if over Dante's damned inferno
fierce fiery colours lashing out
across the horizon's jagged ridge

the fangs, they gnarl and menace
they growl at another day 
that sadly brings about 
more shame than good

but the determined live
to fight another day



AP: Honorable Mention 2022

Submitted on March 22, 2022 for contest FORM J - JUST WRITE ME A NEW POEM POETRY sponsored by CONSTANCE LA FRANCE  -  RANKED 3RD

conflictdaydedicationevilsunsetfree verse

Halloween Moon

At the enthralled hour of All Hallow's Eve,
the night in frenzy clangour turns ghostly gray.

Billowing clouds slowly swirl in anger
round the formidable, full mysterious blood-red moon.

The eternal night ebbs with growling sounds,
prowling into thickening hours of darkness.

Chill damp dense fog lazily wavers low,
stalking above the autumn trees turned red and gold.

Tenebrous gloominess brought brooding shadows,
idle and dank, adjoined by broken down fencing
and gnarl skeletal tree boughs, silhouettes weaving
like marionettes against the full Halloween moon.


9/24/2019

halloweenmoonfree verse

The Journey Begins

Then I walked inside the room 
Pondering myself what I would be
After years of struggle inside the classroom
Something I should be for the rest of my life.
Grabbed my pen and wrote things down
Hard works were over and I must begin again
This is the moment to be fiercer than my past
A time to be more serious in my chosen path
A new beginning I should have to get along with
Quite gnarl and gory to start from the scratch
Anything could end greater than what is expected
I could die in hunger after all these circumstances
Journey begins with a plain and simple plan
Then it will suddenly take me to the top.
All well prepared for hunting a job
Take a deep breath as this excursion begins…

journeyfree verse

We Danced By Poet John Heck

 We Danced  written by Poet John Heck

I penned a couplet for you today.
Rather, a quill manipulated
my hand and scrawled mendacity.
The misanthrope's who read the ode
applauded with flippers on.

Such insight. Such depth.

Mussolini meets Monet and
the Mephistopheles Mambo mounts.
Call me a scribe and I murder myself.
Call me a liar and I impregnate your charm.

I purposely dislocated my arm today.
Rather, your tongue severed bone
and flesh was torn from my shoulder;
a needed braised boomerang
to stimulate my poetic prowess.

Such clarity. Such wisdom.

Lenin leads Lichtenstein and
the Lucifer Lindy is launched.
Call me a poet and I gnarl my fingers.
Call me a fabulist and I bow to a crooked smile.

A jellyfish swam through my veins today.
Rather, the tentacles of a tyrant
triggered a fabricated Tanka.
Maudlin stumbles when I laugh alone -
more comedic when we cackle together.

Such simplicity. Such compassion.

Bundy befriends Berchtold and
the Beelzebub Bossa Nova begins.
Call me a dramatist and I gag upon reflection.
Call me a simpleton and your wishes are granted.

I solemnly yearn to expire today.
Rather, a fool fires in a fury
and a mannequin lies in his casket.
The curse you've driven towards me -
a combination menu
when a lone Woolf inconspicously
devours a battered Browning.

Such diversity. Such nothingness.

Stalin seduces Seurat and
the Satanic Samba softly swoons.
Call me a parodist and I choke upon perfection.
Call me a realist when I'm sleeping on nails.

Disclaimer:" We Danced" poem written in the year 2009 
by Mr.John Heck,a wonderful poet to be known who is no longer in our P.S family.
Being new to this site ,very sad to know few of them 
have already demised.
Let's explore the treasure box by reading their works.
I am sure we can gain lots of knowledge and in fact 
improve our writing skills too. 
May the demised soul's RIP.
We can keep them alive through posting 
and re-reading their dedications.

1-7-2020

Note: Submitting in "The Uncontest" Poetry Contest.
Sponsored by Anthony Biaanco.

absencedeathpoetrytributefree verse

Best Gnarl Poems

We Danced

A Lone Wolf In My Office

God Forbid

Whirl of Wisdom for Knowing

Amber Frame

Halloween Night

The Old Redbud Tree

A Teacher's Poem

Camiguin Shoreline

Growing Up

What I See- Nursery Rhyme

The Jagged Edge of Time

Halloween Moon

The Journey Begins

We Danced By Poet John Heck

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